August again! Time for my favorite part of the whole summer:
Living with Winston Churchill.
Bill Crosbie was over last night and pointed out that’s who Henry looks like. He’s absolutely right. Henry is the best cat ever, and I wish he was mine. He is so peculiar looking and so floppy and personable that I hardly think of him as a cat at all. Just a very small hairstylist with unorthodox techniques, like using his stinky snaggly maw.
Churchill pic thanks to 64 Baker St.
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Oh dear GOD! He’s even more terrifying than I remembered! Keeping that dreadful dog in line has really taken a toll on poor Hank.
YAY! it’s HENRY! He wins the prize for Dear Ugly Pet. A close second is Lucy, aka PigBat, the french bulldog I babysat a while ago.
I am coming to have quite the collection of ugly pet pictures.
It’s surprising how much this picture looks like the one I took of Henry last year when I visited. I guess he’s really only got one facial expression, huh.
This is in response to a post you cancelled under the fear of enlightening yourself to a reality you did not presume to be possible. I don’t elive that you should have stopped the responses to your question ecause I think you would have found that there are many young men who can cast a truthful light on your specious question.
The post is entitled:
I WAN’T TO LEARN HOW TO CRIP WALK
****Ecause you were proaly turned off by the gansta tone used in the last post, I am going to speak so that you can understand, using clear syntax and clever diction.****
Greetings gus and oserve,
As you are reading this I wish to propose to you a perplexing question, “Do you believe a young man/gansta can write this shit?” (Here’s an ebonics lesson you and those like you can cite to seem cool) The answer is that I ain’t got to answer to no ignorant craccas (nuff said). We are not stupid. If we say something, it is for a reason. Gangs were not about murderous neiorhood gansters until YT fucced shit up. A gang is an organization with rights, privileges, and practices that must be learned by earning respect. Since some of you sound like college miseducated YTs, I’ll put it like this: You would not reveal your fraternity’s secret hand-shake to non-members ecause you have to be initiated and do YT shit to learn it, and its more than puting hands together, right? The crip-walk may just be a “dance” but respect it as you respect the secrecy of the Skull & Bones fraternity that runs America
*S&B “dances” are probably guarded by punishment of death or placement in a dead-end civil service job.*
In conclusion, y don’t yall YT’s make up ya own ill “dance” dat ya’ll can feel cool doin?
P.S Bkig Bkoi needs to get off the yayo and throw out his outkast CD^s.(respond if you need a translation)
Hi Gillian,
I’m a fellow blogger from El Centro, California. Sound familiar? (Yeap, I’ve met your sister.) I’ll be stoppin’ in to see what you have to say… keep bloggin…
um, actually, I turned off comments for that post because I was hearing from plenty of young men (and women) who didn’t take the time to read the post and either wrote “teach me 2 crip walk” for the 500th time or were threatening others. I really did enjoy the good parts of the discussion that came out of it.
and some of us crackers *specifically* chose our colleges because we didn’t want to be anywhere near fraternity culture. specifically not S&B. thanks.
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