(no subject)
Feb. 1st, 2005 07:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
froodleLa 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:
That is all.
"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.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2005-02-01 10:59 pm (UTC)Then again, I'm sorry you had to go through that.
no subject
Date: 2005-02-01 11:46 pm (UTC)*full on "OH! OH! YOU GOT SERVED!" laughter*
no subject
Date: 2005-02-01 11:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-01 11:50 pm (UTC)The tsunami thing was just annoying, though.
no subject
Date: 2005-02-01 11:52 pm (UTC)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.
no subject
Date: 2005-02-01 11:55 pm (UTC)Also, Thlayli's body would just metabolise the PURE-UKE into an entire monkey's worth of STUDLYness. Because he's STUDLY like whoa.
no subject
Date: 2005-02-01 11:58 pm (UTC)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.
no subject
Date: 2005-02-02 12:03 am (UTC)And I'm sure it's better to be ukeified than impregnated with Mickey Mouse's demonmousesperm.
no subject
Date: 2005-02-02 12:11 am (UTC)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*
no subject
Date: 2005-02-02 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-02 12:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-02 12:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-02 12:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-02 12:57 am (UTC)And if I got a Quatre, I would have to get a Twowa.