I think it might have been a wolf picking grapes that weren’t quite ripe yet.
I’m sorry, fierra, I thought you were mad at me from some bygone thread. And after all you did for me when I was such a ragged wolf, all covered with thread slime.
:: DW hangs his head, and kicks the dirt. Can’t even muster up irresistable puppy eyes ::
It was dark, and we were drunk, but I did check her teeth. It’s so hard to tell with Kittys. Wait a minute. Was that 15 in cat years?!?!? That’s even worse!
Kitty? Are these allegations true? Do you got some 'splaining to do? You better not tell me you’re a kitten, or else I’ll be in the cell next to TN*Hippie!!! Please tell me you’re a grown-up Kitty. I was having such fun.
At least I didn’t break open the body mousse - yet.
There’s a fable (Aesop?) about a fox who keeps jumping for some grapes on the wine, but he can’t quite reach them. He then concludes “Ah, they’re probably sour, anyway.” Supposed to reflect on Fierra’s hard-to-get. Guess I went too Dennis Miller there…
COuld be worse. I shot FPK in the gunfight thread…
Well, I understood it lurker. Anyway, it’s no more nor less illegal to kill a child than it is an adult - you’ll just have a harder time persuading the jury to go easy on you at verdict/sentence recommendation time…
::purrs gently going into full kitty mode and weaving between DW’s legs rubbing against him gently teasing him with her tail::
I’m how ever old you’d like me to be, darling.