So does this mean we can look forward to a whole set of feline puns? That would cat-apult us towards a cat-astrophe etc etc. Reply
After reading Sam Harris’s recent essay on the dangers of wood burning fireplaces, I think they should all be replaced with ingrate kitties! 😉 Reply
Kitteh, kitteh, burnin’ brite In teh fyerplaiss of the WEIT What imortl paw or I Can ordur cheezburgerz, srsly? (A: Ceiling Cat.) H/t: Bill B. Reply
I was about to have to come here with a major case of J’accuse! You’re lucky . . . this time.
Good one. But justazaktly what is the relevance (if any?) of that tchotchke in the ash pit?
So does this mean we can look forward to a whole set of feline puns? That would cat-apult us towards a cat-astrophe etc etc.
Or fireplace puns. I don’t have the hearth to start that though.
Oh no, please no more puns. If you fan the embers of that nonsense, I’ll scuttle off.
Apologies, I didn’t mean to put a damper on things.
People like you should be fired.
Or at least raked over the coals.
I think fireplace puns are grate.
HA HA HA! @ all of you!
Fur sure. I’m going to flea.(or log out)
After reading Sam Harris’s recent essay on the dangers of wood burning fireplaces, I think they should all be replaced with ingrate kitties! 😉
Is that a-s(h)tray cat below?
OOPS. Upon enlarging, I see it is a device for smoking pork.
Kitteh, kitteh, burnin’ brite
In teh fyerplaiss of the WEIT
What imortl paw or I
Can ordur cheezburgerz, srsly?
(A: Ceiling Cat.)
H/t: Bill B.
Or even “[GRIN]”