YOU DO IT TO YOURSELF??? - "silence" -JUST?
hahah, this is an old event, but i thought of it just now and it made me laugh so i put it up there. kerin i dont know if you remebered it, but it was a little sad, and realyl fukcing fucking funny at the same time. so, moving on, hahahah, whew, the major event of the evening:
cat hunting:
how does one define the sport of the cleverly complexly named game, and how does the elusive and vague title actualy translate into in terms of goals and achievements opposingly, easy game titles to understand, like "chess", and "poker", show the relative ease it takes to master the respective games."
moving on, cat hunting is when the hunter (mr. dr. nathan j eddy, md, ASC, jr. III.) pursues the hunted (peeper) and dangerous and moche-late with no foam colored kitty that spells walking death with a quick swipe of the paw and a lightstick.
as i deftly coax this half-foot tall(!) jungle CAT out of the shadowy deapths of the downstaris bathroom and into open territory...
the foyer!
ah ha! in the open, unaware of direction of voices, and my own appearance shadowed, i slowly grasp the door, ready to trap the vicious beast between door and jamb. will it work, i dare not breath or step into the light for fear of losing my cowardly yet saucy dish of fur and fucking big teeth. grrrr. slinking toward me, open the door ot sugest freedom, the safetly of the screen door SHE CANT SEE, EVEN WITH ALL THAT SO CALLED "NIGHT VISION", open more, more delicately suggesting passage with each inch, until the visicous peeper had been trapped and collared, usually with both my hands.
my prey is trapped, but my misison of storage must now begin. the high tech containment center, (where the computer is) is chosen, and fucking beastly kitty i hold captive i stroke, oh yes, for the pleasure of fur on skin, purr, little kitty, fucking purr, no no, dont scratch little kitty, i have things that will scrach you harder, kittly no, peeper, what the fuck, stop, (strangle, strangle)
when i deem my catch to feisty to be worth my time, i decide to expel my catch, efficiantly flinging it out the open window of the room. now i must go, off in search of other kitties to hunt. and where the hell is the dog? oooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
i'll be around...
cat hunting:
how does one define the sport of the cleverly complexly named game, and how does the elusive and vague title actualy translate into in terms of goals and achievements opposingly, easy game titles to understand, like "chess", and "poker", show the relative ease it takes to master the respective games."
moving on, cat hunting is when the hunter (mr. dr. nathan j eddy, md, ASC, jr. III.) pursues the hunted (peeper) and dangerous and moche-late with no foam colored kitty that spells walking death with a quick swipe of the paw and a lightstick.
as i deftly coax this half-foot tall(!) jungle CAT out of the shadowy deapths of the downstaris bathroom and into open territory...
the foyer!
ah ha! in the open, unaware of direction of voices, and my own appearance shadowed, i slowly grasp the door, ready to trap the vicious beast between door and jamb. will it work, i dare not breath or step into the light for fear of losing my cowardly yet saucy dish of fur and fucking big teeth. grrrr. slinking toward me, open the door ot sugest freedom, the safetly of the screen door SHE CANT SEE, EVEN WITH ALL THAT SO CALLED "NIGHT VISION", open more, more delicately suggesting passage with each inch, until the visicous peeper had been trapped and collared, usually with both my hands.
my prey is trapped, but my misison of storage must now begin. the high tech containment center, (where the computer is) is chosen, and fucking beastly kitty i hold captive i stroke, oh yes, for the pleasure of fur on skin, purr, little kitty, fucking purr, no no, dont scratch little kitty, i have things that will scrach you harder, kittly no, peeper, what the fuck, stop, (strangle, strangle)
when i deem my catch to feisty to be worth my time, i decide to expel my catch, efficiantly flinging it out the open window of the room. now i must go, off in search of other kitties to hunt. and where the hell is the dog? oooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
i'll be around...