Gus spent the last of his yen on a cowboy hat and a Broadway show, so I let him spend a few nights in my Farbman.
They don't have oranges where he comes from, you know.
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- Tomato....tomahto
- Happy St. Stephen's Day
- Frohe Weinachten!
- This is what jet lag looks like.
- Auf Wiedersehen Mittenand
- Exthellent.
- Step in stand clear.
- Tag me, will you?
- Mmm.. tastes like cheap perfume.
- Damn you, gentrification!
- My DVR brings joy to the world
- Hosannas from the highest mountaintop
- No, no. I do not mean "shmoopie."
- Zurcherin
- Sheena Goes South.
- Happy Happy Happy Gilho-versary!
- CH-CH-changes
- Face Macabre
- Cat anarchy (Catarchy?).
- Straight from the Super Happy Funtime Hour...
- I am tentatively preparing to kiss the FCC.
- Peak? Trough?
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1 comment:
Japanese cats are used to sleeping in drawers. American cats sleep on paper plates, it's a different culture.
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