Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Bin there done that

One thing you can always count on: the kitchen bin is always full. Doesn't matter if you just emptied it, when you go back later, it's full. Usually with cat food pouches dropping out the side.

2 comments:

Dr. kold_kadavr_flatliner, MD said...

Simply whorizontal. Lissen to wisdom to wiseabove. You very well what you'll do in time, don't you? YOU-SHALL-CROAK... as shall I. Everyone on the face of God's-green-earth... dead. kick-the-bucket. croaked. But, yet!! O poor, poor Yorick!! It doesn't end there! O no!! While your body decomposes amid grubs and mold, your indelible soul ascends after three days to be Divinely Judged on what YOU have accomplished in your finite existence by Jesus --- So, lemme give you a heads-up to save your soul from a lengthy time in Purgatory. We wrote FOUR!! blogs which tell of the exxxcitement of Heaven; we ROTE {theeyebeam} to show a true story about sex in Heaven after we croak. C'mon, people. The Liar's a deceiver: absolutely no sex in Hell amid the flames, yet, puh-lenty of sex Upstairs for the length and breadth of eternity. God bless you. Meet me Upstairs.

Mephitis said...

I like this comment.

It's possibly the loopiest comment I've ever had on my blog, and as such is full of win. :) I will not follow my usual policy (which would be to delete), but rather shall hug it to myself and keep it and love it, for it is my squishie.