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[froodle]

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.

Comments

[froodle]

I hope Mickey Mouse ties you up, forces you to wear the seashell bra (UPSIDE DOWN, for added discomfort) and then rapes you with his tiny mouse genitalia, which is like ZAT.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

*rocks and sobs and will NEVER be Clean AGAIN*

I HATE YOU. seriously. ima go down the vet and make sure thlayli is injected with PURE-UKE a la your hot chocolate/sharpe's.

[froodle]

In the words of Mister Sexypants Phantom, "MOOHAHA!"

Also, Thlayli's body would just metabolise the PURE-UKE into an entire monkey's worth of STUDLYness. Because he's STUDLY like whoa.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

LIES. not even the irish could stand that much uke.

the uke has to go somewhere... maybe you shall have a very ukeish carpet. but still some shall remain in him and thus thy rabbit shall be ukeified.

[froodle]

Ukecarpet! Every time I step on my carpet it would start blushing or crying or wearing little yellow shorts...

And I'm sure it's better to be ukeified than impregnated with Mickey Mouse's demonmousesperm.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

i have to be sick.
that's just... oh god.. Eurgh. i mean, there's just SOMUCH wrong with that statement.

but an uke carpet Would be pretty cool.

name it quartre! *gayclap*

[froodle]

Or maybe Quatre, since I'm not a misspelling mongking like yourself.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

yeah well .. shut up. anyway if you named it "QUATRE" the boromirspeaker would be all over it in minus 0.00009 seconds and you'd have to watch and the merrynpippinspeakers would get all teary and high pitched.

[froodle]

No way would Boromir/Quatre work. Twowa would stab Boromirspeaker to death with his pointy swordhair of DEATH.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

but you dont Have a twowa and isnt it trowa? //_0

[froodle]

Yeah, it is Trowa, but years ago there was a GW website called "Counting for Lunatics" and they started this whole "Twowa" thing and... yeah. Twowa.

And if I got a Quatre, I would have to get a Twowa.