Saturday, January 27th, 2007
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Saturday 27 Jan 2007
Vman is talking freaky pet names.
We had a dark calico that got both it’s hinds caught in a muskrat trap. Sometime either just before- or if you tend to be maudlin, during- it’s captivity, it was violated by a simese. It chewed off the feet, came home dragging stumps with protruding bone shards, gave birth to a litter of little calico/simese cats. I was studying evolution at the time, and I wondered if the kittens would be born stumpy and deformed, not understanding- yet- the causality of the evolutionary process. Anyway, the cat wouldn’t have anything to do with it’s own kittens, so our peke/toy manchester mutt Lucky wetnursed those damned kits, and protected them with the ferocity of Cerberus.
Dad later gassed the cat in a box, connected to the exhast of the Comet with a length of sump pump hose. Kittens were dead cute and adopted out easy. Lucky kept looking for them as we took them out, one by one, and when the last one was gone, she adopted a rubber cheeseburger and carried it around as her offspring, protecting it from all potential threat.
No, Vman, we didn’t have freaky pet names. I had to call mom to remember what that cat’s name even was, and she said we just called it “cat”. We had freaky pets.
Saturday 27 Jan 2007
Now this is a guy I would like to buy a few beers.
Go and read this:
Money quote:
the Finnish High Command decided to give him a special award: a custom-built Sako M2/28-30 Sniper Rifle of Headshots +3. He put this to good use, killing the ever-loving shit out of anyone that crossed him
OK, I have to post that again.
killing the ever-loving shit out of anyone that crossed him
killing the ever-loving shit out of anyone that crossed him
killing the ever-loving shit out of anyone that crossed him
That makes me feel all squishy inside, It does.
Simo Häyhä is a guy after my own heart. he put it on the line, protecting his home, and he KICKED MAJOR ASS.
The lesson learned from this? don’t come where I live and try to take me out. I know the terrain, I know the escape routes, I know the area better than anyone you can imagine. And I’m an excellent shot.
Stop on by, Al Quaeda.
Hat tip: Anvil-Boy, via Cowboy Blob
