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Yep, that’s certainly how I can tell my family’s been around. They always shit on everything!

Many felicitations and best wishes for a marvewous mustewid mahwaige.

Wow, you got a perfect day for your wedding. Here in Michigan, it was snowing again. I agree that the weather has to be an omen for you two. Enjoy the honeymoon!

Congratulations, and best wishes.

Well, you could always come to Colorado Springs on Vacation, and rededicate your vows in the Bridal Chamber in the Cave of the Winds…..

The Bridal Chamber is a VERY popular place here to take you nuptuals……

G-dspeed and all that.

I must be some sort of dullard. I stop by here most mornings, and I never did catch on that you were gettin’ hitched.

Congratulations, Stoaty and Badger! May you have long and happy lives together.

Congrats to you and Uncle B both, Weas. May all the happiness in the world be yours.

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Happy Honeymoon!

Now for those of you still single and looking….

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Truism: there’s no subject to which black and white photography can’t lend an air of stark, sublime artistic integrity.

Even poops.

Congratulations to you both, Mrs. Weas. 😀

“our vows whuffed out in little puffs of holy vapor”

heh aheh aheh — an outward and visible sign.

No expert on scatological augury, but that’s a fine poo — may it portend every good thing for your union!

Well, darn, I guess there’s no chance for you and me. It was my fondest secret dream to raise a litter o’weasels, and have them crapping all over the neighborhood. I tried doing it myself, but it’s just not the same, dammit!

Have a happy honeymoon, I’ll be drinking myself into oblivion.

Buah-haaaa! Waaah!

Seriously, best wishes and all that!

No expert on scatological augury, but that’s a fine poo — may it portend every good thing for your union!

On no other blog in existence would a statement like that be uttered after a marriage – and accepted by all, automatically – and without comment – as the kind and sincere sentiment it was obviously intended to express!

This place is truly unique…

So that’s what mustelid scat looks like. Now I can cross it off my ‘Things to do before I buy the farm’ list.

Perfect weather in Britain?! Pouring rain and hail in Phoenix!? Someone call Algor STAT!!! /iSarc

Again, Many Congratulations!

Congrats, congrats, congrats! Karma dictates that you have a perfect day for your wedding because of all the crap you’ve had to go through otherwise.

And watch out for those road signs! ..poindexter..

Congratulations and the sincerest of best wishes for many years of happiness.

– USCitizen

Congrats and all that.

I’ll hoist a beer to you and your good man.
(Not that I wouldn’t hoist a beer anyway, just this one will be dedicated.)

Enjoy this wonderful time, Lord and Lady Weasel-Badger of Allsex!

(Gibby – do you make naan? If so, could you e-mail me?)

Congratulations, you lucky people!

Whoa…Dawn! Damn! Of all the stupid luck to not be Asian.

Hey! They’re posting honeymoon snaps over at CuteOverload.com!

http://www.cuteoverload.com/2009/02/ferret-attack.html

Congratulations, you crazy kids!

Other news of Mustelidae in the Realm:

Scotters.

You can borrow my villa on Crete for your honeymoon. As long as we’re not there.

Well, what’s so great about being Asian, Jill? You get shorter-than-average dicks (mine’s somewhat ~4 inches, not that anyone cares), smaller-than-average tits (yeah, not even a handful on *most* gals), somewhat neurotic parents bent on education (okay) and marriage (hey, cut me some slack!), and unless you’re a sushi-eating Japanese or a yakdung-burning Tibetan, likely to pop off at age 65.

Not seeing the benefits here. OTOH, Asian chicks are *hot*. Until you take off their panties and find out that their cocks are bigger than yours.

S. Weasel: Umm, did an actual Anglican priest marry you and all? With the vows that you bring your children up as Anglicans and stuff?

Dang…

Well, what’s so great about being Asian, Jill?

Well, wasabi peas are pretty damn awesome.

Congratulations!

Congrats Swease and Badge, may you always have clotted
cream with your strawberries.
Heh

As Muslihoon typed, I’m sure you answered, and I missed… do we refer to you as “Ms. Weasel-Badger” or what? Oh how to be proper in this enlightened day and age… how, I ask you?

Many congratulations and well-wishes. Lemurs dance for joy.

Let us know whether smearing butts with honey and mooning folks is all it is said to be. 🙂

Why do I keep hearing Muskrat Love in my head??

Congratulations you two! Best news I’ve had in a looong time!

Best news I’ve had in a looong time!

So true. Thank you for providing us a ray of hope.

Hey Stoatie, got a nice Wedding present for ya…

Christopher “I paid to get waterboarded” Hitchens got his ass beat in Lebanon the other night. He apparently defaced a political poster (While Drunk) in front of several mavens of that particular party, who took grave exception to the act…….. LOL

http ://abumuqawama.blogspot.com/2009/02/hitchens-beaten-by-ssnp.html

Calling all Minions! OK, while she’s mooning her honey, let’s rustle.

Seems to me, she left us a box full of newspaper strips that we can do “stuff” in.

Here’s mine, new litters Aaaawwoooo!

We can’t forget the smiley’s 🙂

Congrats Stoat & Badger!

Okay, is it just me or does anyone else see a tiny cat face in the stoat poop? Look at the middlemost left third of the picture in the shadowy part.

Damn, BJM – I see yours.

I just saw one earlier today during my daily Weasel Site Snoop, but a different one.

I thought about commenting on it, and then decided not to.

Its at the tail-end (towards the bottom) of the poo – its the light area to the right of the long, dark shadow – and is a cat looking over its left shoulder more-or-less at the viewer. It has a big bushy tail.

I’m confident that all this means something quite profound. I’m also almost always wrong…

BTW: nice pups, Allen!

Gibby – do you make naan? If so, could you e-mail me?

Sorry, I’ve only just noticed that.

No, I don’t. I made it once, but it was a godawful, yeasty, starchy mess. That’s why I asked you if you had a recipe, if you remember.

I just get it from the local Indian. Their kulcha naan is delectable. One of these days I’ll work up the courage to ask them for a recipe.

What do you want to know about naan for? Are you entertaining company? A ladyfriend, perhaps?

McGoo,
Finding the cat in scat? (sorry)

I see it too, now that you point it out. To my eye, it appears to be looking nervously at that gigantic boot — can’t really blame it, considering how its day began!

There’s an abundance of cat lore, but how much of it pertains?

Not stepping in poo is always a good thing, but apparently, if Stoaty had stepped on the cat’s tail, that would have postponed the wedding for another ten years — so, altogether, a lucky synergy of poo, cat, and boot?

I think you’re onto something there, Mrs. H. That cat is not just looking over its shoulder; its looking right at the shoe toe. In obvious apprehension, as you say.

If nothing else, all those terms you mention might make a heck of a haiku or limerick. Cat, scat, synergy, poo, boot … where is Lokki and his Power-Muse when we need him? A nice rich wedding limerick would be nice….especially since Stoaty is still mooning her honey (more terms!) this weekend. Or whatever…

I just stared at weasel poo looking for a cat. And I found it, too! Stoaty should not leave us alone like this. We start to get the shakes.

Who but the Weasel,
could get so many people,
staring into poop?

Finding in the scat,
so many things unlikely,
outside the mind’s eye.

At each suggestion,
more cats are seen in the pile.
Want to try snipe hunt?

A Stoat on her path found some poo
On her way to her pre-wedding ‘do
“There is Cat in that scat!”
Declared minion brats
“Don’t let it get stuck on your boot!”

“Boot poo and cat scat – they be damned!
This here wedding will go off as planned!”
“My dear Badger I know
Is so wanting to know
What his Weasel looks like honey-canned!”

Are ya back yet? Are ya back yet?

Quit the mooning of your honey already. What are yas, newlyweds?

Missing in action,
“Come back!”, the minions lament.
Newlyweds don’t care.

Expect no details,
but you can bet their actions
add global warming.

Limericks are fine,
but Mac can’t count much beyond,
the five, seven, five.

Weasel and Badger
Quite thoroughly honey-mooned
Back in the saddle?

Apparently “honeymoon” implies an entire lunar cycle. 😛

You people have the attention spans of ten-year-olds. 😛 I keed, I keed.

“Back in the saddle?”,
Are you asking positions?
Should not be nosy.

Short attention span,
comes with drinking and old age.
Probably worth it.

Forget names and such,
but never lack for stories.
Tell same ones again!

Has it been a week?
Can’t hold my breath anymore.
Come on already!!!!!

well, just kidding. enjoy yourself…GRRR ok! I’m not kidding! I think I speak for everyone that we miss you and are going crazy out here with out you!!

it’s ok. we can wait. patiently.

*dts ya know*

Apparently “honeymoon” implies an entire lunar cycle. 😛

Actually, I believe it originally did… about a month of the newlywed bride and groom spent in isolation. That was back when the main purpose of the Best Man and Groomsmen was to come armed to protect the wedding couple from jealous former or propsective suitors of the bride who might raid the celebrations for hope of stealing the maiden before the marriage was properly consummated.

The honeymoon, along with its obvious and still currently accurate purpose, was also used to put the new couple “off the radar” for a while, preventing yet more attempts at interruption and – in the case of unwilling, married-off brides – to secure the realization that the marriage was complete and official.

Marriage in the olden days was brutal apparently. 😆