I thought for a second you were talking about the Winnie The Pooh character there for a second, and was about to get Righteously Indignant on whoever was fat-shaming a resident of the 100 Acre Wood (Pooh is a little chubby but that's still no reason to fat-shame him the way Rabbit did).
Fertigen Fuzzyfussen auch. Ohren u. Fussen kommen nur in einem große - was Kitteh hat als Kind haeltet er für immer!
"After you eat your own weight in our super-spicy fish tacos you'll need a head of your very own because no-one's going to want to go near the office bathroom after you're through."
Jellies? No, I said that mebee it was a mousie, not a moussie.
I don't think @marvdabosscat.bsky.social is big enough to catch a mousse.
You know what they call "toad in the hole" in France? "Crapaud dans le Trou" - you know, because of the metric system.
Still no bunbun? Hmm...mebbe it's a mousie. Ask hoomum for a cookie and a glass of milk - the literature says that they like these things.
He belongs in a room with a specially-adapted shower.
Choon gud, moofie dreadful. ahahahahaha's Libbin Daelites wuz gud choon fur xslent moofie, moslee bcuz Mr. Dalton can akt Mr. Moore into a cocked hat.
Which is why Mr. Dalton was also in Hot Fuzz and Mr Moore's only other movie of note was Wild Geese. Which is dreadful moofie.
TIL that Mr. Smith is all of 3 weeks older than Mr. Eldritch, who has released fewer albums but who has always had better hair and dress sense.
Rumour has it that the world's atomic clocks are actually just cats with strict feeding schedules. "How they know" is a mystery science is yet to solve.
Never in the history of feline civilization has the tummy of an orinjboi been described as "little"
Could be the bunbun was scared of your fuzzy murder-mitten. Have you tried singing the song of your people to it? Maybe your dulcet tones will prompt it to come out and enjoy the concert?
Have you considered that it might be the other way around? That cats created the universe with them at the centre of it?
Could be teeny-tiny bunbun who wants to be your friend. Have you investigated thoroughly?
Sure - what flavour Churu does he/she like?
You passed the interview - now time to do the job you were hired for.
More if they're in pieces already.
"The little orange kitten started to want to crawl into his bucket."
Ma'am - you didn't need to tell us it was the orange kitten. If there's an attractive force in the universe more powerful than that between an orinjboi and a place he shouldn't be then science has yet to discover it.
See if there are police auctions in your area - sounds like a Ford Crown Vic might be right up your alley.
Neither has the US. But it has signed the NPT.
I want to be reincarnated as a cat who lives near Tim. So long as he doesn't fat-shame me - Louie eats his feelings :)
I once bought an onion bhaji from the Fortnum & Mason food hall for lunch. I sat in the courtyard of the V&A eating it, but could only manage about half. I fed the rest to a pigeon.
He had some difficulty taking off afterwards.
But I do love me some onion bhaji - hot, cold, don't care.
and a stranger put my boobs in the squashy machine today
"Ma'am - that's a bra, and you specifically asked for a fitting."
Since preventing anyone from having a nuke these days is impossible, then next best thing is signing the NPT.
The US has. Iran has. Pakistan has. Know who hasn't?
Israel.
The country that won't say whether they've got the bomb or not.
Sounds pretty sketchy to me, tbh.
Freya doesn't needs chords - she graduated from the Kilminster Conservatoire and knows that LOUD beats 'technically brilliant'.
Interesting medical fact: eating at Pizza Express can cause all of your sweat glands to atrophy.
TEH WURST DEY EVVUH IN TEH HISTREE OV TEH WULD!
Johnny Clegg* is the musician that Paul Simon wishes he became after Simon & Garfunkel.
*if you know Graceland but not Johnny Clegg, Juluka, or Savuka then that should tell you something about the Global North-ism of the record industry
You're a dirty, dirty lady.
And I like you :)
Smooth: immediate entry to heaven's VIP room
Crunchy: purgatory for length of time commensurate with volume consumed, may be considered for heaven after completing re-education course
Goober Grape: hell. No remission. No possibility of parole.
This is not opinion. This is *fact*.