Interviewer: So, Mr Sox, what was the ride like?
Sox the Cat: dude, ya git the best barrels ever dude, just like ya pull in, an ya jis get spit right out of em, ya jis drop in, an jis smack the lip, hoahpaa, drop down, sahpaa, an then after that, ya jis drop in, an jis ride the barrel an git pitted, so pitted, like that!
Interviewer: err thankyou
Sox the cat: gnarly dude, got any milk?
Hi BillB - still here, just taking less time to particpate. Too addictive. Leads to a lack of focus on keeping the job which allows me to own the laptop which allows me to take part in this madness... Have to tune it out a little!
Hello to all the good, normal and funny Glumbertarians. Nice to see the stalwarts keeping the faith - you all know who your are guys.
Lovely to see Vanka back and blogging like eine mad vun. Sid/Cidd etc is a cool addition I might add - funny, poignant and off the wall at times. Exactly what's called for in this day and age!
Hello too to Stream and Chumm who's idiocy armour continues to stand up to rational argument like chobham to an RPG.
Now to the vid. This cat is a pussy. For real extreme sportsanimals I suggest:
Although with the latter site, on hearing the proud owner of the scuba-cat say his animal happily stays submerged for up to an hour, one wonders whether the inherent obesity of the animal coupled with the 12kg of weight attached to it may have some bearing on this lengthy soak.
Now if I get a smll clear balloon filled with oxygenated water and stick it over my gold fish's head and gills, can I take him out of the water for an hour too?
Pod - I honestly can't stop visiting, it's the posting I was working on. I thought I did well, even when chum came back and streamy was streaming his usual... You have to be strong Pods...aaahh don't let me regress...I am staying ON the wagon goddamnit!
Cursed be the man who tortureth the beasts of the field,
For they too are children of the Lord.
The rapist of mammals, the drowner of reptiles,
All will reap the whirlwind of damnation.
fuckers
I cannot "dumb down" this reply for you, I hope (but doubt) you even understand....
Since l have locked horns, so to speak, with the "Animal rights" crowd many times, I've done a lot of research on the "human use of animals" debate.
Sound ethical reasons can be given for treating non-human animals humanely... such as avoiding recklessly, intentionally inflicting pain, for example. Still, the higher status of human life in the chain of living beings, provides a basis for ascribing to humans basic rights that, would not make sense to ascribe to other animals. It also justifies occasional use of other animals for human purposes (since, comparatively speaking, human interests merit greater service than the interest of non-human animals). "Animal rights" is, therefore, a concept that embodies confusion and veganism, which rests on it, is a wrong ethical view.
The level of importance or value may be noted to move from the inanimate to the animate world, culminating, as far as we now know, with human life. Normal human life involves moral tasks, and that is why we are more important than other beings in nature...we are subject to moral appraisal, it is a matter of our own doing whether we succeed or fail in our lives.
This shows, beyond a reasonable doubt, a hierarchical structure in nature. Some things...rocks, comets, ATVs and minerals...do not invite any other than perhaps aesthetic evaluations. It is of no significance, except in relationship to the well being of some living entities, whether they exist or what condition they are in or how they behave. Some things...raccoons, zebras, frogs, and redwood trees -- invite evaluation as to whether they do well or badly, but without any moral or ethical implications. And some things, namely, human beings, invite moral evaluation in light of the fact that they exercise choice regarding good and bad things they can do.
If we were so ignorant as to "let go" the practices learned and honed, in 99.9 % of human presence on earth, (as in eons before your "god"), e.g., hunting, tools, shelter, using beasts of burden, etc, we will most certainly go the way of the Dinosaur!
nuck, here in western mass we got zilich, hoping for more snow to improve the skiing, it's rain for two days.
I like the snow to be elbow deep on a 10' bully.
Windy enough to knock down a few trees. Snowed like a mad bastard. Shoveled the walk at 4:30, turned around, looked back, it needed to be done again. Golly gosh gee whiz I love winter (grumble grumble something unprintable)
Canadians use "Canuck" as an affectionate description of nationality and the word carries no particular patriotic overtones. A few Americans misinterpret "Canuck" as an offensive description, but would be hard pressed to find a Canadian, French or English, insulted by the word. My Missouri in-laws are a prime example of this; they're VERY gun-shy about using that term, even after I repeatedly told them that it doesen't bother at all. Even more so, I considered it complimentary. But for some strange reason, they (like a lot of my Yank friends) have a real problem with that phrase. According to the Random House Dictionary, the term "Canuck" is first recorded about 1835 as an Americanism, originally referring specifically to a French Canadian. This was probably the original meaning, though in Canada and other countries, "Canuck" refers to any Canadian.
Besides, it can't be all THAT bad, because we have an NHL team called the "Vancouver Canucks"; a comic book character called "Johnny Canuck", who battled the Nazis in the 1940's; the Curtiss JN-4(Can) biplane was also known as the "Canuck"; PLUS.....North Plainfield High School in New Jersey (!), for chrissakes, has a mascot called "The North Plainfield High School Canucks"...LOL!
As for ME personally, I just look upon it as the equivalent to calling an American a "Yank".
A damn huge portion of Louisiana is French, but they speak a bastardized-kind of French....what they call it?...Creole?....way, way back in the swamps. Call themselves Cajuns, I believe. Now THEY are ex-pat "Canucks", that settled there after the English booted them out of most of eastern Canada in the mid-1700's, because of the war between "New Britain" (our side) and "New France" (THEIR side, or what is now known as Quebec).
Doesn't look to me like the cat is having a real good time there. Although, she seems to be taking it reasonably well. I've seen cats in a panic before, and she isn't. Unless of course, she is too scared to move. I had a cat last year, he got scared by a dog. The cat did some real damage to my face and head. Healed up, but took awhile. Hurt like a bastard though. Four puncture wounds to the cheek, lacerations to the scalp. Ouch! So, if you're ever giving a cat to your Uncle, don't let him open the bedroom door and let his dog out!
Free, I know what you mean about panicked cats and their claws!
A few weeks back, I told a story here, about a stray cat that was in the barn, a real nice kitty that needed to have a home. Well, I succeeded in finding him one, my ex-wife took him in (appropriately named him "Barney"). While taking him over, he rode the whole way on my shoulder. Upon leaving the van, he freaked out, climbing up my head, using my face for traction, he bloodied me but good! LOL, the look on my ex's face when she opened the door! She quickly regained composure, after all she was married to me for 23 years and is pretty much used to me being a bloody mess! One thing for sure, cat's scratches hurt like a SOB!
I can imagine your ex must be used to it Miter! And yeah, it does hurt, a LOT. He was a big, strong kitty. I was just about in shock, and lucky not to lose an eye. There was blood all over the place, running down my face, my head, my clothes, all over my Uncle's floor, and all over my Uncle. What a disaster it was! LOL. I can laugh now, but that day was not a good scene. Just to make it more fun, the doctor gave me 10 days of antibiotic. The eighth day, I started itching. By the tenth, I was full blown allergic reaction, hives all over. And, then the cat ran away, nobody's seen or heard from him since. Just the way things go sometimes in my clan.
"Universal health care" (or 'state health care' if we may give it a less Orwellian name) in Canada wouldn't be so bad, and the queues for treatment so f**ing long, if legal restrictions that limit private insurance were lifted. Until such time, just hope you don't get a cataract.
that guy will be in hell one day on satans surf board as satan rides the fire waves, that peruvian piece of shit will be sitting at the edge of the board yelping like a bitch just like the poor cat had to meow. If that doesn't happen Im hoping someone cleans out their gun and by accident a bullet discharges going through a ceiling, up through this piece of shit surfers chin, through his entire skull and popping his medula right out of the hole in his head so he squirms for 4 hours while dead and his mouth will be blabbering words like goiaug ogiiehis gihiejcye liaei abababa adadada abppaapooey.. a duh a duh a duh.
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