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Sep. 30th, 2002 05:29 pmViking kitties.
Dang. Now that's cool. Thanks,
ldy!
Newt. You put down that hand-axe. You're not going to Valhalla today.
Dang. Now that's cool. Thanks,
Newt. You put down that hand-axe. You're not going to Valhalla today.
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Date: 2002-09-30 09:21 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-10-01 06:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-01 08:32 am (UTC)We come from the land of the box and tree
From the midnight snacks where there are no fleas
The yarnball of the gods
Will distract our paws from all work
To chase the mice singing and crying:
Meeeeeeeeeeeeow you are my playtoy!
On we sweep with thrashing tail
Our final goal will be a damned fine nap!
Meeeeeeowww-aah! Meeeeeowwww-ah!
We come from the land of the box and tree
From the midnight snacks where there are no fleas
How soft your lap so warm,
We bring you whiskers, tails and gore,
Here, have this half-eaten furry thing.
We are your overlords.
On we sweep with thrashing tail,
Our only goal will be a damned fine nap!
So now you'd better stop and pet me, dude, and feed me
For food and nap can win the day
Before you start bleeding.
purrpurr, purrpurr, purrpurr
purrpurr, purrpurr, purrpurr
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Date: 2002-10-01 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
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