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Tassled...loafers?
The Unbearable Lightness of Loafers, eh Tink?
Your next post better be about you knifing a wild boar to death with the scissors from a Swiss Army Knife, buster.
Bane |
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08.31.05 - 10:58 pm | #
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Ahh, Bane, Bane.
What you don't know is that inside those innocent looking J&M's, I keep a goodly-sized Arkansas Toothpick. Useful for disemboweling people who question my, ermm...credentials.
Elisson |
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08.31.05 - 11:01 pm | #
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"Cat-Whore"? What an expression! No, I think it's genuine -- Matata loves you.
And ... what is it with kitties and feet? Her Ladyship likes to roll around on my feet, too, when she's in the mood. I don't mind it, but I also don't get it.
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09.01.05 - 3:09 am | #
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Cats do enjoy playing with feet...my first cat, Rudy, likes to be stepped on and often throws himself in front of me as I walk. Seriously. He's not happy until I've squished him with my foot. Smoke, on the other hand, disdains such activities. When *he* wants attention he much prefers to stand on his hind legs and wave his front paws over his head.
I hear some cats are dignified, though...
zonker |
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09.01.05 - 10:35 am | #
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And exactly how long did you resist before you reached down and chuckled that little fuzzy belly? Hmmm?
Loafers, indeed.
Kris |
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09.01.05 - 10:51 am | #
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Loafer lover! A toothpick such as you describe would be hard pressed to fit into a proper, manly boot.
Now, flit your tiny wings over there to the fridge and get me a beer...
Bane |
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09.01.05 - 4:10 pm | #
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Get yer own fuckin' beer. I have boots, too, and I might need to plant one up your ass...plus, I don't keep that Zima shit you like in the fridge. Heh.
Elisson |
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09.01.05 - 4:23 pm | #
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Man, I bought a six pack of Zima when it first came out, and I actually liked the taste. Of all six. I asked the wife if I looked drunk (why, yes, I did chug them, thank you...it was hot, and I was thirsty) and she looked surprised, and said no. I kept waiting for a buzz to hit. Never happened. Gayest crap, ever.
Now, go put your boots on...there they are, floating up there against the ceiling of your closet...
Bane |
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09.01.05 - 9:51 pm | #
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Not only does Elisson, his own self, have Boots...but he has Naconas given to him by Billy Bob...with honest to God riding heels. Could kill a cockroach in any corner. Hah!
Morris William |
09.01.05 - 11:34 pm | #
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