Monday, June 16, 2008

Oh, Zod in Krypton.

Wanted: one gas mask or one cork sized Cat's Butt.

I have no honest idea where Crowley keeps it. He reeks at both ends, but every once in a while, nations fall under onslaught of his gaseous emissions.

Yes, I know. I'm talking about cat farts. Believe me, where this cat is concerned, they're epic.


  1. I feel your pain. I have a 130lb Great Dane. When he releases the silent bomb; it literally clears the room, sometimes two, of all human occupation.

  2. Oh, my.

    Note to self: live vicariously through other people's Danes only.