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Good Afternoon—December 31, 2011
It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m going to celebrate it like I always do. “How is that?” You may wonder. Well, check back around 6 PM, the festivities start live, right here at MAD! I’m going to do a countdown post an hour till midnight, so check back for the first one at six bells.
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will try and keep up (read stay up)...just drained "rutgut" #4 w/a couple JJ&S...
“In a cat's eye, all things belong to cats”
English Proverb quotes
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oh btw:
Number of bells Bell Pattern Hour (a.m. and p.m.)
One bell . 12:30 4:30 8:30
Two bells .. 1:00 5:00 9:00
Three bells .. . 1:30 5:30 9:30
Four bells .. .. 2:00 6:00 10:00
Five bells .. .. . 2:30 6:30 10:30
Six bells .. .. .. 3:00 7:00 11:00
Seven bells .. .. .. . 3:30 7:30 11:30
Eight bells .. .. .. .. 4:00 8:00 12:00
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damn...i forgot...you might be in another
timetwilight zone...my bad...rr
Hell's Bells. What is this esoterica?
That virtual keyboard could be fun if I knew how to play a piano :(
maybe i should drop out now...sorta can grasp "Hell's Bells"...but esoterica me no comprendo...
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@rr: Try and make it to the first post at lest! It's just about ten minutes away! Loved the quote and for whom the bell tollhouse cookies! Nice Twilight Zone pun!
@csp: It's all esoterica to me!
@GENE: How do you get to Carnegie Hall? Practice, practice, practice!
My first cat was every bit as twisted as the one in the photo appears...and it's all my fault. It all started when I caught him with his rear feet perched on the front of my toilet seat rim and leaning directy over the water to swipe his paw at the toilet paper dispenser...the toilet paper was looped in piles all over the toilet and the floor. Being severly hung over at the time, and not in the least amused, I decided to have a little fun at kitty's expense. I pushed his little feet inward off the toilet seat rim and when he dropped into the water...I closed the lid and flushed the toilet. Several times. When I released the lid, the cat shot straight up out of the toilet like an Atlas rocket, and he had this classic feline WTF look on his little kitty kat face. So now I'm doubled over and slapping my knee and horse laughing at the cat like a character in a Tex Avery cartoon, while the cat was sitting in the middle of the floor, cleaning his fur with his tongue and giving me his patented 'THIS MEANS WAR AND YOU WILL BE MADE TO PAY' cat stare. In the weeks to come...kitty made good on his silent threat. He turned my life into a Tex Avery cartoon.
He slipped under the covers and wopped me in the balls when I was hung over and late
getting up to feed him.
He crapped in my shoe and sat there watching while I put it on.
He knew I couldn't see in the dark, and he'd wait until I was undressed and ready to hit the light
switch prior to going to bed...when the lights were out he'd come charging out from under the
couch, wrap himself around my shin and start tooling up on me.
Ever since my trick with the toilet, life with my cat was, in many respects, like a forties vintage Tex Avery cartoon short...we did everything to each other except wop each other with big wooden mallets and drop anvils on each others head. Kitty was an evil genius, but then again so was I and we were evenly matched. Don't get me wrong, we were the best of friends...but during our time together we each had to watch our backs rather carefully.....
@Jaws: Ha ha ha! Great story, like a true life Tom and Jerry tale! Thanks for the post!
God Bless Budweiser
@tehennessey: Amen.
I do not like that cat.