Showing posts with label Weed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Weed. Show all posts

Monday, September 26, 2016

Can You Count 'Em?

Think it's time for bed.... ;-)

Saturday, June 11, 2016

Dog Diary ~ vs ~ Cat Diary

The Dog's Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

The Cat's Diary

Day 983 of My Captivity...

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...

Thanks Angry for the link ;-)

Friday, January 8, 2016

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Happy Sunday?...

Might wanna Nip that in the Bud Next Time... ;-)

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Oh Looky Here ~ Young Irish....

In His Munchie Days ;-)

Real Ginger & Molasses!? Num num... ;D

You Bored?

How 'bout strapping these babies on 
and going for a spin on the freeway....

Just be careful if you eat brownies, 
you might forget who put 'em there 
and get a speeding ticket... ;-)

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Hello Kitty Thor?

He's either a Great Dad? 
Still Live's in Mom's Basement??

Ok, fess up! Were's your stash?