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And then I didn't
Ha, that would have been a sight! The cat responsible for that just gave me a nip when I gave her a rub. She has no claws, and uses her teeth to protect herself. The other two meanies take advantage of it, sometimes ganging up on her. Our boy, Tiger, has a nickname. Ike. He likes to knock the girls around every now and then to show who's boss. I can't believe that people would intentionally try to prevent Sylvester from getting water. WHY? Why are people so rotten? I don't know if you have kept up on the Children's Pool issue and the seals, but that reminds me of the overturning of the water bowls. Why can't people just leave well enough alone? They are bullies, mean and nasty people with no life other than to display their dominance over innocent creatures. It makes me sick. I'm going to go check on Clyde today. I'm sure he will be hiding for a bit.— June 7, 2009 9:40 a.m.
Bang Bang
Liked it? I LOVED it! I swear, as I read this story over, every paragraph has a hilarious wit. "As I thrust my Mini Cooper" after witnessing the "truck nuts" had me laughing my a*s off! It just got better from there. You have a knack for comedy that just kills. Congrats on the bulls-eye!!— June 6, 2009 6:40 p.m.
Growing Old Gracefully?
Ha, ha! That was a good one! Happy birthday to one that's still "smokin"! Don't get me wrong. I actually love being in my forties. But my morose side does come out, especially in my writing. Mmmm.— June 6, 2009 10:41 a.m.
King of Late Night (and other things)
David Carradine didn't bite the lemon.— June 6, 2009 9:26 a.m.
I Played God
Thanks, Silvergate! Never worked for PSA, but flew them all the time. I started a story about "The Good Old Days". Maybe I'll post it here when I finish it.— June 6, 2009 8:51 a.m.
Racquetball Rorschach
Gonna go play some Yahtzee. We played Boggle as kids and killed our friends. Although... all games are like pool and bowling. You reach your apex after two drinks, and it's all downhill from there.— June 5, 2009 8:29 p.m.
Rubber Hose
Beautiful. Growing up, we had a dog named Patty. She was exactly my age. I still think about her all the time. She lived to be seventeen, blind, deaf, lame. But she still loved us. When we walked in the door, her tail wagged. We begged my mother to "put her to sleep", as they called it back then. But she could not. Every night, as a teenager, I would come home from whatever I was doing, and she would lift her head and wag, and I would lay on the floor with her and comfort her. SDaniels, your experience on an actual farm and the reality of factory meat production would make a great story. Again, refried, CONGRATULATIONS!!— June 4, 2009 7:39 p.m.
Federal Defenders fights to stop courtroom shackles in San Diego
YOU WON!! A big, fat congratulations to you!! Well done and well deserved. I LOVED this story.— June 4, 2009 7:14 p.m.
Bang Bang
That was a really funny story!! I loved the two semi-autos fantasy! I could actually see you doing that, all Laura Croft and sh*t.— June 4, 2009 7:01 p.m.
I Played God
The cat was caught because it had a tight spool around its neck that needed to be removed. Any humane person would have done what I did. Thanks, refried. You're right, it sucks to be me. Anti, you are right as well.— June 4, 2009 7:07 a.m.