Let's see, we have, counting me, the female cats four pussies in the house. Counting princess's, five.

I'm not sure how many of the salamanders are female. We'll see in the spring. For the first year, it was just Sal, but princess did have the talent and ability to gather five more salamanders all at once. I live in a sandy rural area, they are relatively rare. My salamanders are as precious to me as Ghost, my familiar. So there might be more pussies here than I know of.

That big dumb beast is at the vet.

The basement door is open.

I put on my thickest Harley jacket and gloves and stuffed his dumb ass into the cat carrier and off my husband went!

And walked his big balls up the stairs. And gave me the blow by blow.

They ended up meeting at a coffee shop per his suggestion. He said she appeared nervous, and he asked her why. "Well, I thought you might take away my cell phone or my stupid ass monster truck."
"Well, that's been talked about and that may happen."

Given the option during a college vacation at a friend's cabin, I pondered from an intellectual perspective who would have ended up with Frick or Frack. They were both gorgeous, both frat boys, both so full of red wet lips and wavey brown hair. Frick and Flack played off each other. They were both so beautiful, Frick and Frack.

No one would have known that if you end up with Frick you ended up with Frack. The apple never falls from the tree.

I had to admit to my husband today I have no regard for her. This is so awful. They are are associates, parnters, my god.