Should I move to Los Angeles? Find my asshole brother...
Ah! Sunday morning. Got up at 11:30 today and it's been pouring with rain all morning.
Sadly it also feels like someone has driven a combine harvester down my throat.
I did go to bed at 2 to be fair, I went for a quick few in the Galleon with Till, Caveman and the Borrowers, then I checked out costs on t'internet for my next holiday adventure. I reckon can be done for £600.
I dreamt last night that I was driving on the motorway last night and I saw the Bear and so stopped (in a too relaxed manner with hindsight) to get her and she'd been run over. I woke up on the the verge of breaking down! Me and my softspot for little fluffy ones eh?
Another reason I've been so tired (and the fact I was like a zombie (ooo-uh ooo-uh ooo-uh ooo-uh) on Friday at work) was the pub crawl I particiapted in. Only the two of us, but a Guinness in every pub and half a bottle of wine at home cuased me some distress the next morning. I was, however, introduced to the delights of the marmite toasties. Simply thickly spread marmite on toast with cheese grilled over it. Awesome.
Sadly I now have no cheese.
Accordingly last night I had to resort to quorn rashers before bed and sliced a 1 inch gash in my thumb trying to separate the frozen fuckers.
Anyway. My life is on the rolling sea at the moment. Hopefully it is becoming a touch more exciting though.
On that note I will leave you with a picture of what you shouldn't do to cats. I do find the little boots amusing though. Maybe I should shave the Bear?
A slightly pissed off cat with warm toes but a chilly body yesterday
Sadly it also feels like someone has driven a combine harvester down my throat.
I did go to bed at 2 to be fair, I went for a quick few in the Galleon with Till, Caveman and the Borrowers, then I checked out costs on t'internet for my next holiday adventure. I reckon can be done for £600.
I dreamt last night that I was driving on the motorway last night and I saw the Bear and so stopped (in a too relaxed manner with hindsight) to get her and she'd been run over. I woke up on the the verge of breaking down! Me and my softspot for little fluffy ones eh?
Another reason I've been so tired (and the fact I was like a zombie (ooo-uh ooo-uh ooo-uh ooo-uh) on Friday at work) was the pub crawl I particiapted in. Only the two of us, but a Guinness in every pub and half a bottle of wine at home cuased me some distress the next morning. I was, however, introduced to the delights of the marmite toasties. Simply thickly spread marmite on toast with cheese grilled over it. Awesome.
Sadly I now have no cheese.
Accordingly last night I had to resort to quorn rashers before bed and sliced a 1 inch gash in my thumb trying to separate the frozen fuckers.
Anyway. My life is on the rolling sea at the moment. Hopefully it is becoming a touch more exciting though.
On that note I will leave you with a picture of what you shouldn't do to cats. I do find the little boots amusing though. Maybe I should shave the Bear?
A slightly pissed off cat with warm toes but a chilly body yesterday
posted by Spunky Trunks at 11:12 AM
7 Comments:
Poor kitty!! marmite and cheese toasties are amazing, have you tried cheese and chilli sauce toasties...they are just as nice!!
Of course I have! They are a staple.
Grilled spam and tabasco toasties are good too.
Oh my goodness. I'm so sorry but that is hysterically funny! :)) And totally changes the concept of a shaved pussy!!!
The poor wee thing though!
I'll bet it's tired of shaven pussy gags.
Or 'Nice boots'.
Trunky, spam is wrong!!
I've got twenty acres....
The pic reminds me of Shazzas cat 'fat cat' (it had a proper name....snap or somesuch but fat cat described it far too well) when it got a tangled mess in it's bum. She shaved its derriere so it looked like something out of the Lion King!
...'Furry Boots'?...
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