The Message
I think the Mob is getting lazy. The usual sign that something is amiss is the horse's head on the pillow. Well it appears they are slacking off. This morning I found a headless bunny on the way to the garage. I'm not quite sure what I've done, but I'm sure all will be made clear in good time. Doug or Dinsdale will pop around I'm sure, nail my head to the floor and let me know my transgressions against the unwritten law.
There are decaying things lying on slabs in morgues that have more ambition than I do in the mornings. But I mustered up enough willpower to acquire a plastic bag and dispose of the Message so Jesster wouldn't be rudely greeted by it this morning. I also try to arrange the visits from the Piranha brothers on Mondays when she isn't around to keep her away from that unsavory element. Ah, the things I do for love. It's all so very worth it.
There are decaying things lying on slabs in morgues that have more ambition than I do in the mornings. But I mustered up enough willpower to acquire a plastic bag and dispose of the Message so Jesster wouldn't be rudely greeted by it this morning. I also try to arrange the visits from the Piranha brothers on Mondays when she isn't around to keep her away from that unsavory element. Ah, the things I do for love. It's all so very worth it.
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Who'd have thought that love would have anything to do with headless bunnies...
No wonder I am single, I had no idea.
~K
Yikes! Where was it? Was it fresh?
Thank you, dear... :)
Oh, love has a completely unsavory side to it indeed Kate. Here's a Reader's digest version:
headless bunnies
cat barf
backed up sewage
more cat barf
rotting Thing-in-the-Yard (tm Jesster)
yet. more. cat. barf.
more frelling backed up sewage...
etc.. etc.. etc..
Bloody red fresh dear. Yes.
Back by the bushes near the deck and the garage. There was a bit of something else. I think it was a remnant of an ear. I think...
Save it and make a purse out of it for me! Or, more cat toys.
It's in my garbage can tied up in a plastic bag dewdew. Feel free to come down and claim it before next Tuesday. Although the longer you wait, the deeper the dumpster dive.
See, now, I just thought it was being a parent that had the unsavory side to it.
Awww, yes, there is sweet little smiles and watching them sleep... but then there is spit up which eventually grows into full blow puke on the fucking carpet. There is poopy diapers, which eventually turns into talking back to you in public. There is fights with friends and then fights with you over boy friends.
Ug.
You mean, being in love with a grown up can be just as bad.
Yup, staying single here :P
My tolerance can only be so high :)
~K
Naw, not nearly as messy as being a parent. Plus the perks are way worth it. Now doing both.. kids and being non-single.. I can't speak to that. I prefer to be a kid as opposed to having them. :)
Is that where I left my rabbit head? I apologize. I was holding it, and petting it, and calling it George...and then oopsiees.
Actually Vegas the head was and still is missing. Sound like a different varmint.
sorry. that might be one of mine. what with the ants and mice and roaches that have taken to living in my apartment with me, i had to send something away.
the bunny had its head when it left though.
Well Kendra, I'm glad it was the bunny and not the roaches. No, I'm beyond glad. I'm bloody joyous to the very core of my being that it wasn't the roaches.
UPS or Fedex or whatever you used wasn't particularly gentle in the transport though. Very Vorpal Transport Incorporated is what I would guess as a carrier.
Parked in the ramp at work last week and looked down to see a dead baby mouse stuck to my tire... with a head... I think.
Grodie.
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