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Uncle B had to go to London today, so the livestock and I have been on our own, whoopin’ it up big time.

Oh, there were chickens and banjos, two pork sammiches and a candy bar. There was Judge Judy and a movie. There were underpants! It was pandemonium.

It was underpantsdemonium!

Okay, that was lame, but it’s late and I haven’t posted anything and he’s home now.

I got most of the stains out of the carpets and the hall rug covers the rest, so…just…don’t say anything, okay?

 

Comments


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: February 28, 2013, 12:48 am

Stay awake, Hugo Chavez might have assumed room temp..

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BEJrkygCAAAHdgg.png:large


Comment from Redd
Time: February 28, 2013, 1:15 am

Is this your way of saying you really missed him?


Comment from steve
Time: February 28, 2013, 1:26 am

Your secret is safe with us….


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: February 28, 2013, 1:27 am

Oh, there were chickens and banjos, two pork sammiches and a candy bar. There was Judge Judy and a movie. There were underpants!

The imagery! I imaged your quaint country cottage, emitting twangy banjo music and the buck-buck-buck of hens keeping time, said sounds occasionally punctuated by the indignant bleat or shriek of … something … having something unattractive being done to it. Gawd, hope you had a good time, Weas’! I certainly would have!


Comment from Paula Douglas
Time: February 28, 2013, 1:34 am

What, no brownies? No Cheetos?


Comment from Mrs Compton
Time: February 28, 2013, 1:41 am

NO DONUTS?


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: February 28, 2013, 1:51 am

Hmm, are we talking DELIVERANCE meets CHICKEN RUN?


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: February 28, 2013, 1:55 am

Mum’s the word, ma’am. In any event, a gentleman never mentions unmentionables, and is trained at an early age never to notice such things as stains unless the help fail to deal with them promptly.


Comment from JeffS
Time: February 28, 2013, 2:07 am

Word has it that “Hugo Chavez is brain dead”, Scoob. Although I think they mean “clinically dead”, as I question that communists have a functioning brain in the first place.

Her Stoatiness will have to rule on this, but I suspect “dead” means DEAD, not kept alive as a vegetable by modern medical science. That would mean a plethora of dicks out of the Dead Pool, thanks to the number of politicians listed there.

How else do you think Nancy Pelosi keeps on stuttering along?

:)


Comment from steve
Time: February 28, 2013, 2:19 am

Although I think they mean “clinically dead”

He’s “mostly dead”. They are taking him to Miracle Max, now.


Comment from Armybrat
Time: February 28, 2013, 2:19 am

Chickens and banjos? I usually pull out the flannel jammies, a bottle of wine (or 3….or), some old movies (I just re-watched Bell, Book and Candle for the 1000+ time while the hubby was slaving away during storm Nemo). I love spending time with the hubby, but I cherish my alone time.


Comment from Nina
Time: February 28, 2013, 3:05 am

Dang, and all I did was go to work today, underpants safely hidden under capris and a lab coat.

You really know how to live, Stoaty. :)


Comment from Feynmangroupie
Time: February 28, 2013, 3:11 am

Make certain to delete all of the weasel pr0n from your browser history1!!!1!!!


Comment from Deborah
Time: February 28, 2013, 4:01 am

Re: underpants. You weren’t doing that Japanese schoolgirl thing were you, and wearing them on your head?


Comment from BJM
Time: February 28, 2013, 4:09 am

Re: underpants. You weren’t doing that Japanese schoolgirl thing were you, and wearing them on your head?

This.

BUHWAHAHAHAHAHA!


Comment from tomfrompv
Time: February 28, 2013, 4:48 am

Judge Judy is shown on British TV?


Comment from Gromulin
Time: February 28, 2013, 4:49 am

>>>Hmm, are we talking DELIVERANCE meets CHICKEN RUN?

Heh. Nailed it.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 28, 2013, 11:55 am

Oh, we get shit-tons of American TV. You could watch it 24/7 if you’d a mind to. And in the mornings, they run old black and white films and I don’t know who does their cleanup, but they are *pristine*. No scratches or dust. Just beautiful. Really obscure B films, which I love. I missed that when Turner scooped them up in the States and I couldn’t watch wall-to-wall old flicks like I useta.

Let’s wait and see on Chavez. I’m going to take not breathing as the definition of dead, and artificially assisted breathing counts. The question is, what they’re going to be willing to admit to and when.


Comment from dissent555
Time: February 28, 2013, 2:32 pm

“The question is, what they’re going to be willing to admit to and when.”

I thought it would just be until whatever powers-that-be were able to finish looting the Venezuelan Treasury safely into their untraceable offshore account.

I wouldn’t think it would have taken this long, but maybe they’re on dial-up.


Comment from txGirl
Time: February 28, 2013, 3:06 pm

Hmm, did anyone pick Van Cliburn in the Dead Pool? He shuffled off his mortal coil yesterday and is now playing Rachmaninoff for St. Pete.


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: February 28, 2013, 3:14 pm

Look at me! Look at ME! Look at me NOW!
It is fun to have fun, but you have to know how….

And the mess is so big
And so deep and so tall
There is no way to clean up
There is no way at all.

From Dr. ZEUSS, “The Weasel In The Underpants Hat”


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 28, 2013, 4:23 pm

I saw Van Cliburn in concert once. No, I don’t think anyone had him.

I think Chavez is going to take the dick, but probably not officially in time for a new Dead Pool tomorrow. My guess would be sometime before next Friday.


Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: February 28, 2013, 4:59 pm

Do you refer to it as “going down to London” or “going up to London”? Or just “going to London”?

I had similar alone time when I was a teen, about 12-17. My mother worked night duty as a nurse about 4 days a week, so she was gone from 10 pm until 7 am, and after I was 12 she no longer hired a babysitter. Of course my brother and I were supposed to go to bed when she left — but we sat up and watched Johnny Carson, and Merv Griffin later, and old movies, and pigged out on junk food in the summers. (Remind me someday to tell you of the Great Junk Food Raid of 1967.)

We lived in a loft-style slave quarter apartment, and I didn’t have my own room. If I hadn’t had that alone time, I’d have gone bonkers.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 28, 2013, 5:17 pm

It’s always “up to London” and “down from London” even if you’re traveling from the North.

*shrug*

Brits, eh?


Comment from mojo
Time: February 28, 2013, 5:48 pm

“It was hell” recalls former child.


Comment from Carl
Time: February 28, 2013, 6:14 pm

I always understood that the “up to London” expression originated with the railways. The line where the trains were travelling towards London was referred to as the UP line, and vice versa. Hence, travelling UP to London.


Comment from Hutch
Time: February 28, 2013, 8:01 pm

Hurry up, Chavez! I want my dick!


Comment from rustbucket
Time: February 28, 2013, 8:41 pm

McGoo!
Always happy to see you chime in!
Yep, I believe ol’ Hugo is “nigh ’bout”…


Comment from Pupster
Time: February 28, 2013, 9:12 pm

Don’t let her fool you. Stoats don’t wear underpants.

http://i.imgur.com/msHToPr.gif


Comment from txGirl
Time: February 28, 2013, 9:25 pm

And, hopefully Chavez is getting the dick, .. Satan’s that is.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 28, 2013, 10:58 pm

SQUEEE! Pups, you find the cutest darn animated GIFs.

That’s my understanding too, Carl.


Comment from Frit
Time: February 28, 2013, 11:35 pm

Adorable gif, Pupster! Thank you for sharing! :)


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: February 28, 2013, 11:51 pm

Now you know what it’s like living here, Pupster ;)


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 1, 2013, 12:22 am

That is, per British terminology, a weasel, by the way. Not a stoat. Or what the Americans would call a least weasel.

Note the white belly and the lack of a black tip to the tail. Also, if it’s a least weasel, that animal is grown or nearly grown, believe it or not.

Perfect tiny killing machines.


Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: March 1, 2013, 1:52 am

Comment from Pupster
Time: February 28, 2013, 9:12 pm

Don’t let her fool you. Stoats don’t wear underpants.

http://i.imgur.com/msHToPr.gif

Mother Hitton’s Littul Kittons, indeed.


Comment from Nina
Time: March 1, 2013, 5:52 am

That’s the cutest little weasel I’ve ever seen! I want one.

They eat cat food, right?!


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: March 1, 2013, 7:44 am

The prettiest day of the year thus far, and you spent it watching Judge Judy?


Comment from SCOTTtheBADGER
Time: March 2, 2013, 5:43 am

What do least weasels eat? Shrews? Or do they hunt cooperatively, and swim out to sea after orcas? They are cute litte rascals.

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