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Have a safe trip…see you on the other side.

Bon voyage, Sweasel. Fair winds and downhill all the way…

(…)
All my faults perchance thou knowest,

All my madness none can know;

All my hopes, where’er thou goest,

Wither, yet with thee they go.

But ‘t is done — all words are idle —

Words from me are vainer still;

But the thoughts we cannot bridle

Force their way without the will.

Fare thee well ! thus disunited,

Torn from every nearer tie,

Sear’d in heart, and lone, and blighted,

More than this I scarce can die.

– Lord Byron “Fare Thee Well”

YAY WEAS! And yay Uncle B! I’m excited for y’all.

Shamelessly exploiting Mother Earth’s organic photovoltaic factories to cover his big house. What a dick.

Hope you packed your thermal undercrackers. It’s awfully brisk at the moment.

You’re going to get here before the riots start too, which is nice.

Remember, when you get there, don’t stare at the hobbits’ feet, it makes them uncomfortable.

Take care.

Am I the only one that she’s using the royal “we” when referring to getting wormed?

Worm your weasel.

Hmmm. That doesn’t sound quite kosher, for some reason.

Happy trails and a safe journey to you both.

‘Worming the weasel’ sounds naughty, naughty, naughty!

😉

Heh. Pipe down in here. I still got my laptop computer!

Wormed. As I pulled in the driveway with La Pussoe, the movers were already here — two hours early! So that last load of laundry? Fuggedabaoudid! They’re swarming through here like locusts.

Cat has locked herself in the closet and refuses to come out.

My point exactly, Jill. And it conjures up a montage of mental images that are both confusing and disturbing—and yet, oddly titillating.

/working “titillating” into at least one sentence a day. Yes, I know; I’m so immachure.

Worming the Weasel sounds like a breakdance move.

Or maybe a mime routine.

Travel well, lady, and may your new home be all that you hoped it would.

Worming the Weasel sounds like a breakdance move.

Or something involving Pauly Shore…

Bon voyage, Stoaty!

How do you titillate an ocelot?

I’m so excited for you.

As a devoted yet selfish minion, when will you be back online? A timeframe will help me manage the withdrawal symptoms. (I don’t comment as often, but I still read often. I need my daily Weasel fix!)

Worming a Weasel.
Titillating an Ocelot.
Milking a Marmoset.

This could go downhill rather quickly.

Have a safe journey Weasel.

Fair winds and following seas, Weas. Our loss is England’s gain. I just hope they know what they’re in for!

What, nobody? You oscillate her tit a lot! Duh!

Thanks for the good wishes, everybody. The movers are still sucking all my worldly possessions out the front door. Musli, I got a repeat graphic that’s going to auto-post tomorrow, but I’ll be back online Wednesday. Probably won’t be anything clever, but I’ll let you know how everything went.

I’m not sure I have the “Weekend Weasel” graphic on me, so that may be suspended until my stuff arrives, but everything else will be back to normal.

Except it’ll talk wrong and smell of fruitcake.

“Except it’ll talk wrong and smell of fruitcake”

We are the Minions who say NEE! Bring us… shrubbery!

I don’t comment as often, but I still read often.

Yeah, I noticed. What’s up with that? Busy at work? Woman troubles? Tropical disease? Do tell.

Safe travels. Did you get some kitty tranq’s for the feline?

Yourself? I once left SFO with an onboard bottle of duty-free cognac and two valiums…quickest flight to Charles DeGaulle ever.

I wonder what carwash Pauly Shore is working in these days?

Ban Voyagee! Watch out for Silly Frenchman lobbing insults and cattle…….

Safe travels for you and pussoe. Enjoy as much as possible. 🙂

Not allowed to tranq them now, Gromulin. The idea is that if the plane encounters turbulence, the animal has to be able to brace itself appropriately.

Me? To the gills!

Safe travels weasel! Extra skritches for the traumatized kitteh.

9:00 Our mutual plane leaves

You better hope it’s mutual.

Gibby: Believe it or not, mostly busy with classwork and Church. My bosses are also expecting me to get work done. Feh.

I’m taking microeconomics (first 5 weeks, macro in the next 5) and financial management. I am not a numbers or business or economics person at all. It’s very hard and takes a lot of work. Not to mention groupwork in all classes.

Well, in 2009/2010, classes will be over.

I do miss you all!

Oh, and regarding the casas de politicos…at least Frist earned his by actually improving and saving people’s lives.
The bloated windbag is all about doing the opposite.

Actually, Frist had boocoos of fambly money before he became a doctor.

Safe voyage Miss Weaz! Keep all paws/tail in the jet plz. 🙂

Bon voyage. Can’t wait for the Across the Pond posts to start. And, of course, new flaming weasel graphics. I’m using the old ones to keep my kids entertained on their computer so I can fritter away more time on mine.

I hope you have a good trip Weasel! Hey, is everyone ready for Thanksgiving? Make sure you have the right headgear for the festivities!

but I’ll be back online Wednesday. Probably won’t be anything clever,

Oh, good. I’d hoped things wouldn’t change… 🙂

I’ll go run for my life now, excuse me… 😉

Have a safe trip, and an uneventful flight (same for Charlotte)…

“You’re going to get here before the riots start too, which is nice.”

We’re waiting for your arrival to start them… 😉

Bon voyage and smooth sailing Weasel!

I just started reading a couple weeks ago (shortly before the election, IIRC), but all my best wishes go with you! Good luck with your kitteh, and all happiness to you and Mr. B!

Actually, Frist had boocoos of fambly money before he became a doctor.

Yeah, and he did something positive with his portion….bloated windbag, again, not so much.

Safe trip Ms Weas! We’ll miss you!

Watch out for all the cameras (and the old people crossing signs! I love those!)

Will they be offering classes on what to do with your garbage bins so you dont get in trouble? Or do they just jump ya after the fact? Let us know!

I just started reading a couple weeks ago

One of us…one of us…

Sorry, I just felt like preempting the Weas on that one. 🙂

🙂

Will Charlotte let you share her sleepy space? What does a weasel sleep in when her bed is packed?

Weaz! Have a great journey! catch ya when ya get back online!

Badger! Congratulations! you now have an American Weasel In Lord Badger’s Court!

The silence from this end (in case anyone was wondering) was due to a poor old badger running around trying to Get It Right…

Thanks for the good wishes, imaginary friends – it’s all very strange… and yet comforting.

I’d do an image of a badger with his arse on fire…only… badgers can’t do computer pictures.

Just imagine the scent of singed fur… and the sound of much anguished yelping 😉

In Gringoland, UB, if something burns your ass to a crisp, that means it has angered you mightily, e.g., “A four-hour process to get my kitteh out of hock after a nine-hour flight just burns my ass to a crisp!”

Of course, it may mean “Happy birthday!” in BritSpeak, for all I know.

“Hey, burn your ass to a crisp!”

“Honey! You remembered!”

Wait!

I just realized this was a bad idea. We need your tax dollars!

Other than that — hope you have a great trip.

Uncle B, are your paws shaking like… “leaves on a palsy tree?” 🙂

Mine would be. Nevermind. Champers for all!

Where is Gringoland, jwpaine? I’m in New Mexico, and the editors of my hypocrital, reverse-racist local paper love to call the good ole US of A “Gringolandia” in their self-righteous editorials.

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