The Bar
- 4FKotA
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- Location: We are the 4 Fluffy Kittens of the Apocalypse
PUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!!! Ummmm, smell fishy... yessssssss, fishy smell nice, want to lick fishy.... ummmmmmmmmmm just lick, that's all, would never harm fishy, no precioussssssssssss, never harm fishy, love the way fishy smells, hmmmmmmmmuuuuuurrrrrrrp! Fishy has been rolling in catnip, love catnip PUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPP!!
We're just the ccuuutttteeee harbingers of death. Please cudd
le with us.
le with us.
- 4FKotA
- Posts: 80
- Joined: Mon Dec 27, 2004 12:03 pm
- Location: We are the 4 Fluffy Kittens of the Apocalypse
Hmmmppphhh.
You should have just buried it.
*fluffy cute kittens walk over to a corner*
I heard some drool naked apes and a fish planning on cat catching. You must be kidding me...
*pees on carpet with Fetid Cat Urine of Pestilence*
Have you ever tried to catch a cat that doesn't want to be touched? Nonewithstanding kittens of the Apocalypse?
*preens themselves disinterestedly*
Didn't think so.
*mysteriously disappears in a dark corner*
Don't make us come out and shred the drapes.
Silly apes. don't you know that Satan is a kitten? What else from birth tortures its prey until it becomes bored, yet people flock to adore it anyway?
*fluffy cute kittens walk over to a corner*
I heard some drool naked apes and a fish planning on cat catching. You must be kidding me...
*pees on carpet with Fetid Cat Urine of Pestilence*
Have you ever tried to catch a cat that doesn't want to be touched? Nonewithstanding kittens of the Apocalypse?
*preens themselves disinterestedly*
Didn't think so.
*mysteriously disappears in a dark corner*
Don't make us come out and shred the drapes.
Silly apes. don't you know that Satan is a kitten? What else from birth tortures its prey until it becomes bored, yet people flock to adore it anyway?
We're just the ccuuutttteeee harbingers of death. Please cudd
le with us.
le with us.
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GuinivereElise
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- samtzu
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- Location: Portland,OR;Columbia,CA;Emigrant Wilderness
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*Tall dark stranger walks into the bar, kicking cats out of the way as he enters. He walks behind the bar, climbs up to the top shelf and hauls down a big bottle of the best scotch in the place. Home from work, he drags his large, tired ass over to a table and, wiping cats off with his forearm, plunks down in the chair. He pulls the cork out with his teeth and pours himself a rather large one. SLANTE', y'all! and with that he downs a full twelve ounces just to flush the day away.
It works. As he slowly slumps into his chair, small white kitties gather around him, purring deeply. As he drifts into uncounsiousness, the cats close in on him... darkness falls*
It works. As he slowly slumps into his chair, small white kitties gather around him, purring deeply. As he drifts into uncounsiousness, the cats close in on him... darkness falls*
The revolutionary does not grow up because he cannot grow, while the creative individual cannot grow up because he keeps growing ~~ Eric Hoffer
- cowboyangel
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- Joined: Fri May 14, 2004 10:32 pm
more hot tea for a snotty nose cowboy...tired, from battling tool thieves at work, Cal Highway Patrol consumed with the need to write cowboyangel a speeding ticket doing 65 in a 55 zone no mercy devil fuck, Jägermeister with cough syrup please!
"We'll know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believe is false."- William Casey, CIA Director 1981
- Lydia Love
- Posts: 1566
- Joined: Mon Sep 01, 2003 8:01 pm
- Location: Seattle
*A woman in a red dress strolls into the bar whistling an unidentifiable tune. She notices a stranger face down on the bar with four cats closing in for some terrible purpose. Acting quckly she pours heavy cream into four saucers and places them at the other end of the bar. She sits by the stranger and uses a mostly clean bar towel to clean up a small puddle of drool that has formed under his chin. She gently, lovingly shakes his shoulder and then yells in his ear*
"Sam, why the flying fucking hell aren't you writing a book? Or a play? Write a fucking play for fucks sake!"
"Sam, why the flying fucking hell aren't you writing a book? Or a play? Write a fucking play for fucks sake!"
It's all about the squirrels.
- cowboyangel
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- PurpleKoosh
- Posts: 1638
- Joined: Wed Sep 03, 2003 11:26 pm
- Burning Since: 2003
- Camp Name: M*A*S*H 4207
- Location: Silly Valley, CA
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I don't think that'd be possible, sweetie. Not after the sendoff you gave me last night, that's for sure.GuinivereElise wrote:alright.. I think I'm in for the night. too. See you all tomorrow....
(purple, dont' forget 'bout me, okay???)
gnight...

Anything purple is mine. Anything else can be dyed or painted.
- PurpleKoosh
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Sounds like the beginnings of a drink I watched the bartender serve at karaoke last week:samtzu wrote:Guiness and Bushmills... please...
Irish Car Bomb
Whiskey & Bailey's, layered in a shot glass.
Depth-charge the shot into a pint of Guinness.
Slam the pint.
(For added entertainment value, the bartender poured 151 on the bartop and lit it first.)

Anything purple is mine. Anything else can be dyed or painted.
- PurpleKoosh
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The 4th is my husband's birthday. Wonder if I could talk him into it....geekster wrote:So I am seriously considering going to Burning Bush on the playa this 4th of July ... who else wants to go?
http://www.burninbush.org
(Then again, his sister's expecting her first child later in the month; he may not want to be that incommunicado.)

Anything purple is mine. Anything else can be dyed or painted.
- PurpleKoosh
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My husband got his ArCom for knowing his shit - literally. (He got volunteered to be his unit's Field Hygiene & Sanitation NCO...and was the ONLY person who maxed the test at the end of the training.)samtzu wrote:I actually was awarded the "Shit Detail" in Vietnam, for awhile (before they decided I would make a better open field target). I would have to take the barrells out from under the shitters (often while the shittee was doing his business), load it onto a truck whose bed was shoulder high (try not slopping that!), drive the truck to a location "outside the wire", pour the contents in a trench, douse the muck with diesel fuel, set it on fire, and then rake it while it burned to make sure it all burned cleanly...

Anything purple is mine. Anything else can be dyed or painted.
- cowboyangel
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- PurpleKoosh
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- geekster
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- cowboyangel
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raises glass and says..."here's to lost socks"
now if I can only keep the snoghts (snoots, snawts shit what a word)
out of my Jäger, I'll be fine. Anybody see my tsunami video?
now if I can only keep the snoghts (snoots, snawts shit what a word)
out of my Jäger, I'll be fine. Anybody see my tsunami video?
"We'll know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believe is false."- William Casey, CIA Director 1981