Thursday, August 15, 2013
A Thousand Cheshire Cats Grin Inside of Me
When hungry domestic cats get desperate. We've no doubt Rosie was the brains and Stanley the muscle. Lordy, it'd been twenty-four hours since food last laid out, revolution, motherfuckers. Also too, you can go back through archives, every year Mannix's birthday is celebrated at this shitty blog, though it's true the static post was as much filler-as-filler as filler-as-bleggalgaze. Also too, four of the tradition drive home power pop songs. The drive home to Maryland after leaving Planet in Ohio requires power pop songs. But yes, those wondering if all's OK, thanks, everyone's safe, everyone's sad, everyone's fine. Regular programming returns tomorrow, of some sort, most likely.
UPDATE! LOUD! please.
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At least they don't have to kill you in your sleep.ReplyDelete
Lordy, were the state troopers out today. Beautiful day for driving, the kind where you can see 68 at the West Virginia welcome center from 15 miles west peaking east over Coopers Rock. At least six pullovers between the WVA/MD border and the metal Noah's Ark in Frostberg.Delete
Expect a visit from PETA and the ASPCA.
Two of the cats I petsit tag-team the food container and their owners keep having to buy newer and more complicated ones to stop them. It's very entertaining.ReplyDelete