That’s right, Tom! Laid a coil like a firehose, thanks to Bran. And you thought it was sex! Ho ho. No, it was the confident, steady, effortless evacuation of my bowels. Let me tell you more! As soon as I put on my special “Bran-Chat Slippers.”
Must be a Latvian kitty
Congrats to the Fred Levy and his Black Dogs Project blog. It’s an effort to correct the fact that black dogs are sadly, routinely passed over for adoption. It’s nothing but photos of black dogs against black backgrounds, it’s beautiful, and it’s about to become a book. It’ll be out in fall of 2015, and its pages will be heavy with ink.
If you yourself have a black dog, by the way, Fred still needs models…
That looks like Daisy!
Producers Harry Saltzman and Albert R. Broccoli were so determined to get Honor Blackman for the part of Pussy Galore that they had the actress’s ability to perform judo written into the script.
For you, #ThePurgingLutheran!
During my gararge cleaning adventures, I came across this …….. I don’t know what it was. It felt a little spongy, didn’t smell like anything but it didn’t move on its own, so that was good. My Sweet Rib thinks it might have been a mushroom or a piece of mold from a tree but ((gasp!)) there is no tree in my gararge! But if we can’t describe it through the scientific method (poke it, smell it, hold it up to the ear) then we must consider otherworldly avenues. Perhaps it’s the star of a monster movie or the result of a seance gone horribly wrong. We may never know what this. Is it a lifeless piece of foam squeezed from a tire-leak can or is it a wide-eyed and bushy-tailed abomination, feasting on a landfill, growing stronger plotting its “homecoming”? Stay tuned. 6-17-14
Well, I could have told you that.