For those of you who aren't up to speed on the Harrowing Case of the Jeered Animal, read 'Things I CANNOT Blog About OR How I've Been Repressed,' and then 'The Dissing of My Sister's Cat OR How It Sounded Like a Challenge.' Basically I'm having way too much fun at the expense of my sister's beloved antisocial pet. Oh, so what the hell.
|Mellow, who may just sue me if I continue.|
You know I'll just blog about the lawsuit.
Oh, where oh where shall I start? With the obvious I think.
|Too pithy? Too bad. It's my blog. I'm feeling pithy. What the|
hell does pithy mean? Sounds like bitchy could be
easily substituted for it.
All righty then. Next up an old classic. If you don't know it, then you should go watch your Vincent Price movies again.
|You know, Mellow probably eats flies all the time. Maybe|
spiders too. Some irony here.
|See. Mellow can be suave and debonair.|
I'm going to have to work on the way I draw suits.
This looks like a kid about to go to a Catholic school,
not really Bond, James Bond.
But I've only scratched the surface. (Get it? Scratched? Those of you without cats will have to turn to those of you with cats to understand. Sorry.)
|Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, er, Mellow.|
|I hope the Coppola fans will forgive my transgressions.|
I guarantee that HIM will be giggling at this one.
Man, does Martin Sheen look just like Charlie,
except without the crazy, paranoid ranting.
|Wow. Am I in trouble or what?|
|Run, Mellow, Run!|
Maybe that should be: Run, Fat Woman, Run! Because
Mellow and my sister are coming to get me.
|Yes, I know that's not the real quote. But it's the one everyone|
hears. If I put the real quote down, a significant proportion of
people would go, "Huh?" So there it is.
And of course, I'm open to suggestion.