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The least you could do is put up your li’l cat animation with the neat music. I’d put the link up to it, but I don’t know where it is…

Hey! Where’s the search thingy? Wasn’t there a search thingy here? Or was that a dream…?

No, I haven’t had the search thingie since I was on WordPress. You can always make Google give it up, though. In case you don’t know this trick, you can do a Google search like

smut boobs site:aardvarks.wordpress.com

and it’ll confine results to that site. That’s how those little sidebar thingies work.

Here it is: Damien’s Jaunty Balls. I didn’t link it because, although it makes me hoot with laughter, I got the impression it wasn’t all that popular.

Anyhow, I knew I couldn’t deter YOU with a mere cat’s ass, McGoo. You’re made of sterner stuff.

Wow. Only six hits! I’m surprised. Get busy, McGoo.

Meh…we have tornado watches going on. I think the sun came out once or twice in the past month…prolly more than that but it has been overcast more than not.

You really are hooked on fuzzy balls. Uncle Badger, once your beloved rascally one arrives, be on high alert.

I don’t remember if the guy with the cat’s ass tattoo had a pair on it or not. I don’t think I want to find out.

Love the Damien animation, gives me a hearty chuckle every time.

The only cat who’s been stuck in the pound longer than my guy got adopted yesterday, so cross your fingers for Dude. Cats mostly get adopted on Saturdays (which makes sense, but the Kitteh Wrangler said it wasn’t true of dogs).

Today I decided to see which of the moggies once had homes, so I brought in a can of food and opened it (most cats alive don’t respond to the can opener; it’s been pop tops in their lifetime). ALL the adult cats responded. It’s okay; I had enough for everybody to get a spoonful. I’m going to be a VERY popular weasel on Monday, I bet.

I gave a taste to one of the kittens. Heh. Do you remember the sound of a kitten with something delicious? They try to growl and eat at the same time. It sounds like GRRRNG-YNG-ANG-RRNG-YNG.

That’s the one, Weasel!

I posted a link to Weasel’s, and to it directly. I woulda embedded it like a YouTube thingy but my WordPress-Fu is pathetic.

I’ll have those six hits up to – well, eight or nine! – in no time!

Ha! Weasel, I was just talking about that kitten-gnawing/nomming sound ya get every once in a while from a kitten.

It’s like they’re trying to purr, meow with pleasure, and nom-nom and eat at the same time! It’s hilarious.

…and that can-opener trick is seriously cunning, Weaz. Outstanding sorting mechanism.

No, no, McGoo — I mean my sample search. I searched your site for “smut boobs” and they only appear together in six posts! Can you believe it! I mean, every single one of your posts has the word “smut” in it, so it’s got to be an inadequacy of “boobs”.

Oh, this little guy was definitely growling. He has a sister who is very shy of people, but is bigger than he is and beats up on him. The message was “get the hell away from my Friskies, woman!”

Well, don’t I feel like an idiot, again. Yep. Same slightly hopeles feeling, tinged with a trace of prideful embarrassment. Ah! And with a dab – just a touch, mind you – of contented ennui. Welcome back, my old friend.

Oh, well, too late to un-post it. Wallow in your new hit rate Weaz – and marvel at the power of porn.

But I am copying that search code snippet to a li’l post-it file so I won’t have to try fruitlessly to remember it.

BTW: I note that you’ll be crossing 100k hits soon! Yay!

Tan something? More like rust. It’s 51 degrees and raining now, high should be 54. Yesterday I wore a sweatshirt on my walk, when I got home the thermometer said 47.

Okay, this is Western Washington, but it’s June, for crying out loud! Where the hell is all that global warming I keep hearing about? Shouldn’t global warming be making things, get, hell I dunno, warmer or something?

What am I missing here?

All you have to remember is site: McGoo. Oh, and define: is another good one. Are there other switches? Anybody know?

It’s struggling to reach 65 here today, Steve. It’s been cold for a while. This is promised to be our first spell of hot weather, starting tomorrow.

Right, Steve S. It’s the first week of June and I’ve yet to even turn on the yard sprinklers. Usually they’re on in April, or May at the latest.

Al Gore is soooo full of shit. That’s why he’s so disgustingly fat, y’know. it’s shit buildup. A less charitable person than I would wish the pussfaced li’l pencil-dick ill will.

Well, it is 94 degrees right now in Montgomery. Supposed to hit 98 tomorrow. Mid 80s and you’re cowering in the basement? I thought you was a tough Weasel.

Steve S., you notice they are predicting SNOW tonight in the Cascade passes? Snow. Solid water. In June. Clearly a sign of the Apocalypse.

Oh, and the saying ’round these parts is “Seattleites don’t tan, they rust.” Clothesline salesmen have never done well here.

My Cat’s balls, tis of thee
Fuzz balls of ferocity
Of thee I sing

OMG…that’s hilarious! I just forwarded Damien’s balls to almost every guy I know.

It’s been 80s/90s weather here for the last month or more. No wonder you’re moving to the UK. Over there they only have a hot day if the weatherman forgets to shut off the radiators.

Besticles?!! Weasel, you’re too inventive for anyone’s good.

That’s what you call a “Ball Bearing Mouse Trap”.

“Ball Bearing Mouse Trap”

Kowboy – That was outstanding. Respects…

Jill – I especially like the snazzy Weasel music accompanying the Damien’s Balls video. Bumpa-dy, bumpity,bump!

…and Weasel, is that a li’l bump in the ol’ hit-rate? Hmmm? Hmmm? Porn. It’s not just for breakfast anymore…

It’s 54 here, and the sun is shining (and the wind ain’t blowin’, so it’s summer). Yesterday morning, it snowed.

/greetings from South Park (yes, there really is a South Park).

Yeah, besticles is prime (and Damien’s Jaunty Balls should win an award). Incidentally, they had a good one in Knocked Up: breasticles.

I had originally intended to speak the lyrics. Sort of a testicle rap. And it was supposed to be much longer. But I don’t do Flash very often, so it took the whole Thanksgiving weekend just to get this far.

I do, however, recommend listening with headphones. The instruments are all household percussion: spoons clinking across glasses, my knuckle rapped on a table, ‘tuned’ with FruityLoops. I love that program (but it always takes me four times longer to do something in that one, too).

Speaking of balls: five hits and a possible sixth…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tl8rtpnE5O4

jwp – there is something fundamentally evil about snow in June. I don’t know quite what, but I’m sure its a tool of the Devil.

Yes, and I’m inured to expecting snow any day of the year.

This morning, I was out fixing fence (one of the two things I hate about ranching). I’m thinking about buying a milk cow to make my misery complete.

Speaking of Weasel’s Nartiste skills, we would be remiss if we didn’t mention the Catophone rendition of Blue Danube:

http://sweasel.com/archives/972

Possibly the finest composition yet written!

(Oh – and I used that nifty search thingy you taught me, Weaz. Soon I will rule the world…)

btw, steam: in which alternating months do you moderate your blog’s comments?

/ahem

It finally hit the 90s a couple weeks ago. I was very happy. Can’t wait to get to my new house and relax in the hammock (if the sellers really did leave it; they said they would, but you know how verbal agreements go).

I did moderate it, jw! Soon as I found it. Oh, I did do the grocery shopping, paint the back house deck, wash my car, and talked to the milf on the phone for an hour or so about how much I missed her Bloody Marys – but I got to it rapido, I thought!

Problem is – you either switched IDs or timed out. You’ll have to comment more often. I’ll check.

I only comment when I have nothing to say.

It is the way of my people.

Well dammit, if you’ve got nothin’ to say, then don’t just sit there with your arms and legs hanging out of your clothing – spit it out! And don’t stand on ceremony – it gets irritated.

“Kowboy – That was outstanding. Respects…”

Thank you, McGoo, but the credit has to go to my late father for that one. He was truly a unique individual.

Ball bearing. Hee!

Not precisely on topic but scroll down to the entry for Nokia.
http://www.neatorama.com/2008/02/07/
the-evolution-of-tech-companies-logos/

ignore the slide-around-akismet space after /07/

Well dammit, if you’ve got nothin’ to say, then don’t just sit there with your arms and legs hanging out of your clothing – spit it out!

I must file that somewhere in my brain to use on my kids later.
‘Well dammit, don’t just sit there with your arms and legs hanging our of your clothing, get your ass up and do/clean/pick-up something.’

Yarbles!

I’m making this my screen saver.

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