whatya using those for Clueless?
Guess what it is... or ask a queston.!!!
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Putin holes in targets at a shootin range.!!!
A nabor has shot rabits in his backyard wit a revolver... an my other nabor... a cop... sometimes shoots ther handgun in ther back yard... an not that i woud shoot a cat... but i dont shoot my gun in the naborhood.!!!
the cats are pry all hiding..
what neighborhood?
(will try to avoid it..)
Look a Squirrel!
what neighborhood?
(will try to avoid it..)
Look a Squirrel!
My naborhood... an right now thers about 14 ferral cats around... an prolly 12+ more in the works.!!!
An no worries... it was about 50 years ago that i desided not to shoot any more squrrells.!!!
Around here the squrrells taunt the cats an then run up a tree
Theres also a big old arthretic dog :jason: that trys to catch cats... an if he ever does ther will be 1 less cat in the naborhood
been there, done that, Here that!
do not look at spoiler:
Grandpas helper, has nothing to do with current puzzle..
Around here the squrrells taunt the cats an then run up a tree
Once when i was workin for the city an choppin weeds... 2 pizzed off doberment pinchers chased me an a co-worker... he climed up a tree an i drew back my weed chopper like a baseball bat an me an them pinchers did a stare down... luckly they got bored an ran off.!!!
do not look at spoiler:
Grandpas helper, has nothing to do with current puzzle..
A disposable diaper.!!!
Bubble wrap shippin envelope.!!!
You are just no fun...
Ha... i opened 1 of those just yesterday
Best of all i clicked the spoiler... what a happy lookin kid... good job.!!!
I just posted a video in the joke thread, check it out, you will literally roll on the floor..
If he tries to catch the wrong cat, there will be 1 less big old arthretic dog in the naborhood.
And the birds taunt the squirrels & fly away.
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The Dog’s Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat’s Diary
Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat’s Diary
Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...
So what was the number?
The first time the cat spoke it was obvous to me that id be "rollin on the floor" was a bit of an exaggeration... but soon ther-after i was on the edge of my seat in anticipation :thumbsup:
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In that case, I didn't know the number.
My two right guesses were just coincidence.
Enjoyed the cat video.
I was SWASOMFing quite a lot.
(Sitting with a smile on my face.)
That cat is a ferkin nightmare!
My two right guesses were just coincidence.
Enjoyed the cat video.
I was SWASOMFing quite a lot.
(Sitting with a smile on my face.)
That cat is a ferkin nightmare!
My God... waht are the odds of that.!!!
Well, if the number that I was thinking about differed from the number you were thinking about by only one digit,
not that high really.
I was thinking of 365, what was your number?
Robin: Batman, I think I'm psychic.
Batman: You mean sidekick, stupid.
Robin: I just knew he'd say I was stupid. How did I know that?
not that high really.
I was thinking of 365, what was your number?
Robin: Batman, I think I'm psychic.
Batman: You mean sidekick, stupid.
Robin: I just knew he'd say I was stupid. How did I know that?