^ Well, now you’re just being silly; of course, in trees, but those trees are tropical. How would a bunny rabbit get to a tropical island? Plus, it’s too hot for their heavy fur coats. Chew on that! I’m getting a headache.
By gripping the husk of a coconut carried by an African swallow?
No, by being a towel bunny on a Carnival Cruise ship.
Forward, Sancho, my squire!
Dulcinea is in danger of the giants, bewitched to look like windmills!
I will wait for you till you find the circles in the windmills of your mind. I’m Le Grande Paciencia.
Today on Straightdope:
- I posted a song lyric in movie quotes.
- I didn’t use the last line of a Haiku as my first. (fixed in edit, thankfully)
- I totally missed the latest post in another thread because I forgot to look at the last page.
Obviously I need to wait until the kitten goes to sleep before I try to post. Constantly having to jump up and yell, “DON’T CLIMB THE BLINDS” is a huge distraction.
Now, instead of climbing the blinds, the kitten is trying to launch himself from an upturned suitcase. He has been determined to touch the ceiling ever since I brought him home. And there is NOTHING up there but white paint. Not a dot, a hole, a bug, a shadow…nothing.
Chocolate Covered Nostril Hairs
Nothing YOU can see… The little demon is trying to expel the ceiling shrikes. Of course, the shrikes are there because there’s a cat in the house, but at least he’s (?) trying to help.
My Bulldog hated to eat alone. She would grab a mouthful of food and bring it to whatever room I as in.
If I scolded her, she would drop the food and not eat it.
If I said nothing, she would eat every last crumb.
It took me awhile, but I learned not to scold her.
If I stayed in the kitchen (where I fed her), she would eat too fast because she was at the buffet. And she would vomit.
I learned to leave the kitchen because then she didn’t eat as fast.
I think she was training me.
I miss my bulldog.
I like to change the lyrics of songs substituting “blood” for “love” and “retard” for “sweetheart”.
When I grew up, and fell in love
I asked a retard ‘What lies ahead?’
‘Will we have rainbows day after day?’
Here’s what the retard said:
I think you just won this thread!
gimmeefoo-gimmeefah-gimmeeda-waza-dezaaaa!!!
Keel de Zeeba?
This works for
Pat Benatar We Live For Love
We Live For Blood
and
Let Me Call You Sweetheart
Let Me Call You Retard
Oatmeal works, too:
I like to rhyme, I like my beats funky
I’m spunky. I like my oatmeal lumpy
I’m sick wit dis, straight gangsta mack
But sometimes I get ridiculous
So…am I a vampire or fond of someone? 
Ha Ha Ha:
Even if photoshopped the pics are still funny.
Prolly not photoshopped – there is the classic video of the cat getting into a fishbowl
Yeah, I doubt those are photoshopped. Cats are insane.
Crazy beasts. Mine like to lick my earwax off my finger – quite aggravating when she tries to wake me up by sticking her tongue in my ear.
I used to have a cat named Pip. Pip liked to wake my brother up by sitting on his chest and licking his nose.
One night, my brother went to bed with Vicks Vap-O-Rub under his nose.
Pip got quite a surprise in the morning. She decided that was no longer fun.
She still sat on him, but I think she switched to biting his chin.