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Sha. Like Mine Would Ever Listen
Nothing quite like someone goofing on Garfield. What? Are you kidding? Ok, here's a hint: my wife and Amber give each other framed pictures of their cats for Christmas, and they aren't joking. I never, ever yell at our cats, especially when Ellen's not around. Yep, that's right.
I'm allowed to yell at our cats. Well, a few of them.
If they're being exceptionally bad.
Posted by: ronaprhys on December 28, 2009 08:09 PMThe trick is, of course, the definition of, "exceptionally bad." **NORMAL** men would define that as, "anything that would permanently stain... anything."
Being prisoners on the same galleon, we both know the CORRECT definition is, "anything that would ruin something expensive our wife purchased in the past three months."
Posted by: scott on December 28, 2009 09:55 PM