Thanks Oodles for #293: 1. “... those two ropes.” 1.2. “... actual landscape backdrops.” and for #294: 2.999. “... envious dogs.” 2. “Terry Jones ... Silly Rides.” (Doesn’t the guy on the bike look exactly like Mister Creosote?) xo♥ॐ∞.
Thanks a Bunch for TWDT#286 / 11.23.2014: #1.) The same truck he uses to rescue kittens from trees and hurl them into garbage fires. “(wow, just wow)”
This, which I’d seen right around then, was the inspiration for that. I was thinking the cat had to’ve been scared just by the rescue itself, and would be totally freaked-out by having been dropped, or the logical extension of being thrown when it thought it was being saved. Then I pondered where the worst place would be to be thrown. It was so absurd, I had a laughing jag at myself. [I was also glad that, when I’d thought of ‘wood-chipper’ days later, I hadn’t chosen the overused overkill of that, because the ‘garbagefire,’ solution also brought with it the cop’s negative opinion of the cats being thrown.]
“my sons here, are protecting me against the probability that i will float away and be swallowed by the gaping maw of the open air. the cat is just warm and frightened of me, which comforts me some.” SO twistedly hilarious !!!!! xo♥∞.
“whoooo!” indeed. The Prodigal Cunt returns (Ha-ha!). I really need to answer that long(-ish) letter you wrote me a while back (sorry). It was very interesting, to say the very least. Very. I can’t say that I’ll be here every day, but – as I am with your sister – , I’ll be in-and-out. (No idea if you even have a sister, but ‘mom’ seemed too much too soon.)
Love ya’, Bro’! xo♥∞.
(Now I remember why I never use ‘bro’’: it sounds super fucking frat-boy gay.