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puddingcatAnyone have any idea why Pootle felt it essential to jump on my head at 3am and trample it, while turbopurring like a DBS and dribbling in my ear? So essential, in fact, that even being pushed off twice didn't stop her; she just bounced off the floor & right back onto the pillow again.
Of course, that just woke Sausage up, and he bounced on my ribs until I rolled over & let him snore on my tummy. I'm glad someone got a good night's sleep.
Is this what they call being pussywhipped?
Of course, that just woke Sausage up, and he bounced on my ribs until I rolled over & let him snore on my tummy. I'm glad someone got a good night's sleep.
Is this what they call being pussywhipped?
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Date: 2006-11-30 10:04 am (UTC)No.
I got the first good night's sleep I've had in aaaages last night, thanks to ear-plug technology! :)
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Date: 2006-11-30 03:26 pm (UTC)Next thing, you'll be telling me a hummer isn't necessarily a large American car!
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Date: 2006-11-30 06:09 pm (UTC)It's a particularly noxious fart that smells like a mixture of rotten eggs and marsh-gas.