Saturday, January 24, 2009

Caturday, Busted Style.

The first detonation caused ears to perk and eyes to get wide.

The crackle that followed causes the weak to flee.

Unsurprisingly, the ignorant were content to lay about as they did not see an immediate threat, until the gas started spreading.
Pandemonium reigns supreme, every varmint for themselves!

Looks of recrimination were hurled from the corners, who could possibly be so inhumane as to start such uncalled for civil strife?


Translation;
I had two cats laying on me until I cut a giant fart and then cracked another beer.

9 comments:

  1. Thanks for sharing, Nucks. Heh ...

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  2. What? No Attaboy for literary excellence?

    LOL.
    Thanks for stopping by Fixer.

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  3. I laughed my ass off at this and the co-dependent cats just looked on in irritation and disdain. They hate it when I'm jocular. The fuckers.

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  4. Your literary excellence is a given. I'd rather read a column by you in the Times than read Bill Kristol or George Will's crap.

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  5. This is just disturbing on so many levels.

    Funny as hell, but disturbing.

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  6. HA! That was great. I had the reverse yesterday when the dog farted on me. Ran me outta the room! What's that mutt been eating? Sheesh....

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  7. I'm laughing so hard, I'm about to mess up where I'm sitting! It's going to be a fun filled day, I can tell!

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  8. CAT ABUSE! CAT ABUSE!

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  9. I made my son read down to just before the translation... He said "So?"

    Then I scrolled down to the last line where he busted out laughing... I am still laughing as I write this.

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