Blurt Thread III - Emporium of Unexpected Exclamations & Revelations

Then the cat steals one of your bras to make a fort, successfully hiding her to bat at unsuspecting feet as they walk past. It's gonna be a weird day.

I'm having a hard time picturing this. If only there weresome kind of device with which one could capture visual images and then a technology by which that person could share those captured images with other people. Some day in the future, perhaps?
 
I'm having a hard time picturing this. If only there weresome kind of device with which one could capture visual images and then a technology by which that person could share those captured images with other people. Some day in the future, perhaps?

Recording could happen, you never know. I thought you didn't like kitty pics, except of the shaved and clothes-pinned variety. *waggles eyebrows *

Please tell me joots are not a real thing. Please.
 
Ok so to whoever just cut one in the crowded auditorium during the welcome ceremony, first of all--RUDE.

Secondly, my eyes are watering, you should seek medical attention. Nothing healthy could possibly smell like that.

And finally, please don't do it again. I will point at you and scream "flatulator!" If I can figure out who you are.
 
Recording could happen, you never know. I thought you didn't like kitty pics, except of the shaved and clothes-pinned variety. *waggles eyebrows *

Please tell me joots are not a real thing. Please.

Here, let me show you the math to solve this problem:

Bras > 4-legged kitties

Bras of friends >> all kinds of kitties
 
It took me much longer than I care to admit for me to figure out the second picture was meant to portray a heart {as in emotion} and not another point of view of the first picture.

<Sir Mix-A-Lot phat beats>

I like big hearts, and I can not lie!

</Sir Mix-A-Lot phat beats>
 
Heading home last night, my wee girl asked if I could put on the Cecelia song, the one by Garf and Uncle Simon.


:D
 
Saw my first real life "cosplay" gal at breakfast yesterday. Blond, late 30s, filling out a Super Girl costume very, very nicely. Plenty left to the imagination. I wasn't close enough to overhear her conversation with her breakfast date, but I have an active imagination.
 
For the first time in 9 years I won't have to work on my birthday. It's a strange feeling but I love it!
 
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