…that thing that they tell you will make you blind, or your hand fall off…
I heard more about Elizabeth today (a hog wild story about her is here). She had gotten her 700+ pound self stuck in a small chicken coop (no chickens in there, just hay), and had to be strongly coerced out, all the while being her irascible self. Because she’s going into heat. And she hasn’t had her beer. So I said to my coworker (not Elizabeth’s owner), well if the owner can’t or won’t get her spayed, maybe Elizabeth could have some sort of self satisfication station built just for her. Coworker laughs and says she does, they call it her mastubatorium. Something to do with old tires and cement, and Elizabeth likes it. She’ll use the car sometimes if she can’t use her mastubatorium. Ick, says I, not touching that car!
M is also for Moth
As in Polyphemus moth, a really big silk moth…
what’s wrong with this picture?
I bought the item I was looking for (a specific gift), and then I found these, on clearance, which I’d been looking for. To send to Australia (since they don’t like the peanut butter/chocolate thing there). Gotta say, the dark ones are not so good… well, Adam West was such a goody two shoes batman, so figures. (But I still like the old shows).
Speaking of send to Australia… Lucia’s hubby designed a triple bypass surgery shirt, in Sumarian (and would also have done it in Latin or Klingon)! He has the most excellent t-shirts, here, and seemed happy enough to do a special!
In Ancient Sumerian, it will read “The scalpel that has restored my heart in three places has not laid me low”. How cool is that?