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La Flobadora strikes again. I should make a fucking website to keep track of all her flabby gems of idiocy.

"The tsunami was all our fault. We caused it by fucking up the Earth."

I was just like, "Do you even hear yourself when you speak?" Unless there's some evil super-villian out there who's just patented his Weathermeister 2005 XTREME, the chances that humanity actually caused the tsunami are as likely as... well, of La Flobadora ever saying anything that doesn't make me want to kill her for being such a fucking moron.

Some people are just too stupid to be allowed to live.

In other news, made an appointment today to have Thlayli neutered. Probably safe to assume he has entered puberty due to excessive peeing on things and the following occurance:

It's late afternoon. The Froodle lies on the living room floor in her underwear, eating cookies and revelling in the delights of Hurt!Archie and Comfort!Horatio (also later, Snarky!Sam West). In the background, Thlayli races madly back and force, fighting with cardboard tubes and battling the nefarious forces of Electrical Wires, occasionally using the Froodle's back as a springboard. Thlayli comes over to investigate the cookies for possible rebel activities and, being satisfied, hops onto the Froodle's back and begins chewing her hair. All is well.

Munchmunch, says the Froodle.

Chewchew, says Thlayli.

Angstangst, say Horatio and Archie.

Through the mist of Hoyay and sugar, the Froodle is aware of Thlayli climbing around on her back, presumably seeking the tastiest follicles. And suddenly, there's a tug at her waist level.

And another.

And an unmistakable draft.

O_o

Thlayli is pulling my fucking knickers down.

I just got molested by my rabbit.

That is all.

(no subject)

La Flobadora strikes again. I should make a fucking website to keep track of all her flabby gems of idiocy.

"The tsunami was all our fault. We caused it by fucking up the Earth."

I was just like, "Do you even hear yourself when you speak?" Unless there's some evil super-villian out there who's just patented his Weathermeister 2005 XTREME, the chances that humanity actually caused the tsunami are as likely as... well, of La Flobadora ever saying anything that doesn't make me want to kill her for being such a fucking moron.

Some people are just too stupid to be allowed to live.

In other news, made an appointment today to have Thlayli neutered. Probably safe to assume he has entered puberty due to excessive peeing on things and the following occurance:

It's late afternoon. The Froodle lies on the living room floor in her underwear, eating cookies and revelling in the delights of Hurt!Archie and Comfort!Horatio (also later, Snarky!Sam West). In the background, Thlayli races madly back and force, fighting with cardboard tubes and battling the nefarious forces of Electrical Wires, occasionally using the Froodle's back as a springboard. Thlayli comes over to investigate the cookies for possible rebel activities and, being satisfied, hops onto the Froodle's back and begins chewing her hair. All is well.

Munchmunch, says the Froodle.

Chewchew, says Thlayli.

Angstangst, say Horatio and Archie.

Through the mist of Hoyay and sugar, the Froodle is aware of Thlayli climbing around on her back, presumably seeking the tastiest follicles. And suddenly, there's a tug at her waist level.

And another.

And an unmistakable draft.

O_o

Thlayli is pulling my fucking knickers down.

I just got molested by my rabbit.

That is all.