What snack do you sneak in to the movies?
Go ahead. Taunt me with your infantile cooing and babbling. Pat my head at your convenience and declare “what a cute cat.” But I am not a cat, oh no. I am Evil; pure Evil in feline form. My eyes are evil. My ears are evil. Even my nose is eee-veel. And when at last I tire of your insipid prattle, you shall be made to suffer, and I will drink your pain like sweet nectar. I haven’t worked out the method yet, but when I do…
Nice knowing you, Katharine S.
Actually, with that tiny mini schnozzle, it’s more like: “yagl yagl yagl.”
Sender Inner Beth H. via Mr. Lord Gaga.
Early psychiatric researchers encountered many new syndromes for which they were unprepared, but none stranger than the case of Mrs. Elsie Fizzgibble of East Bleen, MN, who could not be cured of her belief that she was Noah’s Ark.
Too by too much, Sankyo P.
Will you please check out this junior McElephant seal in all his short-whiskered, head-tilting, neck-rolled awesomeness:
That is some SUPER BLORP action, Mari F.
The farmer sat in his empty barn,
All alone one early morn,
Worriedly twisting a few straws of hay,
Wondering how he would last the day.
The fairy seeing his distress
Asked if he would like one wish.
The farmer thought while the hay still bending
And wished for a supply of goats never ending.
The fairy has a maa-maa-maa-gic touch, D. ByronPatterson.