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So, just to get this straight, compared to the cat sleeping on your lap, octopuses are 'cuddly'.Octopuses look so strange and so cuddly when they're sleeping. Unlike the cat currently on my lap, who just looks like someone assembled him incorrectly
Might be named Bill.What the hell kind of cat do you have?
A menace. His name is Sprocket and he's adorable, but sleeps like he's trying to win an extreme yoga competition. Usually with his butthole pointed straight up in the air.So, just to get this straight, compared to the cat sleeping on your lap, octopuses are 'cuddly'.
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What the hell kind of cat do you have?
To be fair, octopuses don't have claws...So, just to get this straight, compared to the cat sleeping on your lap, octopuses are 'cuddly'.
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What the hell kind of cat do you have?
And they don't fart in your face. MENACE!!!To be fair, octopuses don't have claws...
I... don't think Slash ever played in Dire Straits.
Mark Knopfler did arrange 54 guitarists for a charity play along, so I suspect that's where your confusion comes from. Slash was part of that.
I like cold chicken but not fried. I therefore avoid the fat but smother it with mayo, deluding myself that mayo is a healthier option. I first had ice cream on Coronation day 1953; it was horrible. Ice cream was one of the last things to come off post war sugar rationing in the UK and the ingredients were rubbish for several years more. My first and last coke was the day I joined the army in 1954 (15/16 was old enough then for limited duties.) I didn't like the sweetness- probably another hangover from no sugar in WWII. So if I sat down with your dad for supper one of us might get fatter and the other skinnier.Okay, here's a question for the group: Do you like cold fried chicken and ice cream at the same time? My father does; he used to eat plain vanilla ice cream and leftover chicken with a Coke late at night. A bite of bird, a spoon full of IC, and chew. No, I'm not fond of it. Coffee please.
We used to have a tom cat named Sprocket. He was a charming guy, but he didn't last long because of a urinary blockage.A menace. His name is Sprocket and he's adorable, but sleeps like he's trying to win an extreme yoga competition. Usually with his butthole pointed straight up in the air.
This probably borders on blasphemy, but I like cold (room temp) fried chicken better than hot. But not with ice cream. There are many savory/sweet combos I do like, but I can't imagine liking that one.Do you like cold fried chicken and ice cream at the same time?
Hey PL. I send you copious hugs and wishes for wellness and healing.Hi everyone. It's been quite a while since I posted. I'm sorry it seems I come back when things are ... not great for me. I'll take a cup of tea if no one minds, and then I need to vent a little.
This morning we found out that Mr. Penn's mother had passed away last night. This is sad, of course, but not unexpected. She was 90, and has had dementia for many years now. We'll miss her, but are glad that she's no longer suffering.
PennGirl -- who is now PennTeenGirl -- has been having a tough time the last few years with anxiety. This year, since January at least, has been a struggle. I have never been so anxious for a school year to end, although it looks like summer school will happen.
Lastly, a friend of mine -- that I met when he commented on a story I wrote -- will die soon. I'll miss him a lot. It's been mostly a long-distance friendship, conducted over email and text, although he did visit us twice (he lives in Canada, and yes, I know how that sounds). However, we became pretty close and as I said, I will miss him.
It's been a day. Thanks for listening.
Big hugs and all the tea and ears you need.Hi everyone. It's been quite a while since I posted. I'm sorry it seems I come back when things are ... not great for me. I'll take a cup of tea if no one minds, and then I need to vent a little.
This morning we found out that Mr. Penn's mother had passed away last night. This is sad, of course, but not unexpected. She was 90, and has had dementia for many years now. We'll miss her, but are glad that she's no longer suffering.
PennGirl -- who is now PennTeenGirl -- has been having a tough time the last few years with anxiety. This year, since January at least, has been a struggle. I have never been so anxious for a school year to end, although it looks like summer school will happen.
Lastly, a friend of mine -- that I met when he commented on a story I wrote -- will die soon. I'll miss him a lot. It's been mostly a long-distance friendship, conducted over email and text, although he did visit us twice (he lives in Canada, and yes, I know how that sounds). However, we became pretty close and as I said, I will miss him.
It's been a day. Thanks for listening.