We call her the bitchpuss for a reason. But before I get to that, a little early biography . . . She came to use a few weeks after our first anniversary at our first apartment, way back in 1999, when Clinton was still president, gas was 99 cents a gallon, and I had just turned 21 and finished my first semester at college. This tiny voice in the bushes outside our apartment building started mewing at me as I headed off to class. Stooping to peer through the bushes, I discovered the tiny furry black source—and she discovered me! About six-weeks-old and all black except for a white star on her chest, she came tottering out of the bushes and straight toward me. I picked her up and gave a little rub on the head, but being that I was running late, I quickly put her back down under the bushes and convinced myself that she must belong to the people in the apartment behind the bushes (never mind that it was vacant). When I returned from class I didn't see or hear her, so I figured her own...
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Good ole' bush... that guy really is the greatest.
What's that, Mr. President... you say... you say you want to do everything possible to find out what went wrong here... you, you say you're going to d-...
***pfffft***
oh... Mr. President, *what* is that stench?? Did you just let a massive toot... oh wait, that wasn't a toot... that was BULLSHIT!
ps I heard Bush was appointing OJ as his lead man in this 'investigation'. i know i for one will be able to sleep more soundly tonight with this li'l piece of information.
tee hee... totally off topic... but does anyone else try to make actual words out of the 'word verifications' listed below... ironically, today mine loosely translates into 'ass poof'...