Oct 22, 2009

Why?




How can one not love a Skeeter?
Or a bouffant side ponytail?
Or a dramatic spoken word interlude?
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2 comments:

mrpeenee said...

Sweetie, one of the cats we had when we lived in NOLA was originally named Skeeter. Our neighbor announced he was going to have him put down because the neighbor was tired of taking care of him. I shrieked "Gimme that cat," saved the pussy and promptly renamed him Sam. He was a great, great cat, RIP.

10:00 PM
The Mistress said...

My pussy is beyond redemption, Mr. Peenee.

10:05 PM

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