Showing posts with label Vata. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vata. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Chores are a chore
Sometimes I wish I would get some massive repetitive injury so Vata has to sacrifice all of our animals just to keep me alive. And then I'd be all better and I wouldn't have to break up hay bales every morning. My back is killing me.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Leporine Snorkels
I'm really gonna have to stop telling Vata my ideas before I do them. She just has too much reason, she does.
She don't even believe in leporine snorkels.
She don't even believe in leporine snorkels.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Why not?
So Vata says she doesn't want to have a shark. She says it would be stupid to have a shark. She says I'm stupid to want a shark.
But look in our back yard. It's full of animals. Cows, horses, pigs, sheep, dogs, cats, chickens, ferrets, ducks, guinea pigs, horned toads... So why not a shark?
But look in our back yard. It's full of animals. Cows, horses, pigs, sheep, dogs, cats, chickens, ferrets, ducks, guinea pigs, horned toads... So why not a shark?
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Where's the sun??
Rana, take Your clouds away. This a desert. It's supposed to be sunny here. What's the point of retiring to the desert if You come along and make the day all gray and dreary? It's no fun to go outside. Inside is Vata and the home shopping channel.
Outside it is.
Outside it is.
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