Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by Anonymous, Dec 3, 2012.
Are there femanons ITT who are ovulating atm.
I have spare eggs!
From the Everyday Cook-book, 1892.
Housewifeing sure got easier.
We are going to eat good tonight
This is a children's book about lizards that I found at a thrift shop. This just reminded me that i had the book on a bookshelf lmao!.... It's a classic.
We need a Horny up-vote symbol.
Fantastic,i want to impregnate them.
If you would put them in a plain envelope and mail them to that would be great.
You have made me very curious cancer pants.
In what way?
It's that time of the month.
That's how it mustn't be.
This just in, but I don't want to talk about it.
WTF, was that supposed to be humorous?
This is the Onion
I must have mislaid my sense of humour, I just could not see that as funny.
It might be better if you shared why the article made you grumpy.
My biology teacher told a story about some ornithologists who were banding crows. One of the bands was for the project, Washington Biological Survey. Since a crow's leg isn't thick enough to support that much text, it said 'Wash Biol Surv' with contact info.
They were contacted by a guy who shot a crow and complained about the recipe that came with it.
"I washed it, boiled it, served it, and it was terrible."
Somebody needs to kick the fucking dirty boys out.
I've never known a joke to get funnier with an explanation.
Hi, Supergal! Welcome!
When you do impregnate them, would you please put that on the web for my amusement? I just had a quick visual of you ripping open the envelope, dumping those bad boys out on a table.....
I'm in pieces. I have just come from my vet who has told me my beautiful cat Burble or Bibby as I call her, (see avatar) is now in bad enough shape internally that I need to make that awful call. I can barely see as I type, I can't stop crying. how the fuck am I supposed to compose myself long enough to break the news to my kids and go and say goodbye. it all hinges on a single phone call in the next couple of hours regarding pathology results.
I just love her so much.
I might need to disappear for a while to nurse my wounds, sorry for unloading.
I lolled. It disturbed the effete wanna be hacker sitting here in a very toney hotel.
So sorry. Cats go to heaven.
do you lick penis?
It has long been a theory of mine that cats live half in and half out of this world most of their lives anyway... they see things, watch things we can't. They tolerate our clumsy attempts at love and companionship in a sort of amused and benevolant understanding that we are just flawed humans after all, possessing none of the graces and felinity of higher beings. But they watch over us because we so obviously need the help. Your Bibby will be watching over you still, and waiting for you in whatever path you chose to follow when it is your turn to step off this world. She's been more aware of her true status than you are just now discovering, and she will continue her role even as you fumble for your own equilibrium with the changes about to come to your household. If you believe nothing else, believe this... love endures forever. It just may take up a perspective further than you can see at the moment. But it's still there. Be comforted by all the love shared over the past, and permit her to remove that last paw that keeps her anchored in pain. My sincerest condolences... I wish you peace.
You have my sympathy.
I know, it's so hard. My kitty got really sick with something that was probably cancer, causing fluid to build up in his abdomen that had to be drained. He hated going to the vet, of course. Hated taking any pills. Hated the subcutaneuous fluids I had to give every evening because he wasn't drinking enough. But we managed while we waited for the lab results to come back. Unfortunately the results weren't helpful --no cancer cells or other explanation for his symptoms. He was about eight years old.
I thought, I just want one more chance to lay down on my side and have him snuggle up against my chest and purr like a motor that never stops. And even though he was weak and couldn't jump up onto the couch easily, he did get up and snuggle and purr for about an hour beside me.
The next day we went to the vet to put him down. It was cold and I had a soft leather jacket on with my kitty cradled in my arms. The vet took him in the next room to put in an IV. Then he returned and I took my kitty into my arms again. The poor little guy seemed exhausted. He buried his head into the crook of my shoulder. Then the vet pushed a whitish fluid into the IV, and a moment later my kitty went limp. Then they took him away and I paid the bill and left. I think I cried on and off for a week. I still cry sometimes when I remember my old friend.
I'm so sorry.
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