Follies of the Mad Men #189
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Plainly, this is a encoded warning against aliens among us!
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We are not here to hurt you. We are here to help you. And to save the tuna industry. Here, have another beer on us.
Posted by Baughbe on 09/18/12 at 07:36 AM
More like early evidence of Furries among us. Aliens came here To Serve Man.
Posted by Expat47 in Athens, Greece on 09/18/12 at 09:05 AM
What is wrong with this picture? Siamese cats NEVER serve anybody else! They are the most self-centered breed of cats in the world. THe 'cat' must be a Labrador in disguise.
Posted by tadchem on 09/18/12 at 10:12 AM
Very true tadchem, Siamese cats are that way. If it is a furry its going home alone, no one else of its kind is there. Also, cats have no need to take over, they are already in charge just by their nature. (Yes Toby, mommy is coming to get you a can of food!)
Posted by Patty in Ohio, USA on 09/18/12 at 11:01 AM
There's a solution for that problem, Patty.
Posted by Expat47 in Athens, Greece on 09/18/12 at 11:14 AM
I miss the "Tall Boys". No more fun could be had in a single 24 ounce can. Or maybe two cans.
I miss the satisfying give of the steel cap as the church key punctures and the resulting hiss of escaping gas with a little foam mixed in.
I miss the satisfying give of the steel cap as the church key punctures and the resulting hiss of escaping gas with a little foam mixed in.
Posted by KDP on 09/18/12 at 12:22 PM
The quality of Weird Universe has severely degraded if the editors confuse Persian cats with Siamese cats! I will not be renewing my subscription.
Posted by Mad Hatter on 09/18/12 at 12:34 PM
My shame is infinite.
Posted by Paul on 09/18/12 at 12:40 PM
40 lashes with a wet noodle for you Paul.
Posted by Expat47 in Athens, Greece on 09/18/12 at 01:04 PM
In the collected knowledge of the Wuniwese, has anyone got an answer to this cat question.
I grew up on a farm with "barn cats". Some mornings we would find a dead mouse or bird on our door step. After mom used the broom to flick it onto the walk, the cat would grab it and run away.
!!! The spell checker on this comment space flagged mom as mis-apelled?
I grew up on a farm with "barn cats". Some mornings we would find a dead mouse or bird on our door step. After mom used the broom to flick it onto the walk, the cat would grab it and run away.
!!! The spell checker on this comment space flagged mom as mis-apelled?
Posted by BMN on 09/18/12 at 01:10 PM
They are proud and want you to know about it. I also think they are offering it to you first.
Posted by Patty in Ohio, USA on 09/18/12 at 02:50 PM
Perhaps spell checker realized that when you use "Mom" as the name of a specific person it takes an upper case letter since it is taking the place of that mom's given name; if you use it with a modifier (MY mom; that mom) then it takes a lower case because it is not standing in for her name. That's the lesson for today.
Posted by ScoutC on 09/18/12 at 06:44 PM
In response to the cat question. In the wild, cats naturally form into packs with a leader (yes, Alpha Cats). Those that fend for themselves but come to you for extras and protection, recognize you as the 'head cat' and the offerings are devotion offerings to you. When rejected by the leader (you, or in your story your mom), the offering become the property of any cat that wants to eat it.
The cats we had where I grew up not only left mice and birds, we had a set of twins that hunted snakes and left those on the back porch for mom to find. She didn't like snakes....
The cats we had where I grew up not only left mice and birds, we had a set of twins that hunted snakes and left those on the back porch for mom to find. She didn't like snakes....
Posted by Baughbe on 09/19/12 at 07:45 AM
I know a poem about a cat that hunted snakes.
Roy
by C.W. McCall
I had an old cat named Roy.
He was a good ol' boy.
He used to go a-huntin', down by the lake,
Catch 'im a nice, fresh garter snake.
Bring 'im on back and then set in the grass,
Lookin' like he had 'im a green mustache.
Yeah, Roy was a good ol' boy.
'Til the dogs got 'im.
Roy
by C.W. McCall
I had an old cat named Roy.
He was a good ol' boy.
He used to go a-huntin', down by the lake,
Catch 'im a nice, fresh garter snake.
Bring 'im on back and then set in the grass,
Lookin' like he had 'im a green mustache.
Yeah, Roy was a good ol' boy.
'Til the dogs got 'im.
Posted by Expat47 in Athens, Greece on 09/19/12 at 08:57 AM
Thank you Baughbe.
Posted by BMN on 09/19/12 at 10:28 AM
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