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Metal as fuck
Join Date: Aug 2001
Location: Blue Mountains, Australia
Posts: 17,697
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Haha. That cartoon is fucking spot on. Our cat Pharaoh is a cunt for shit like that.
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The Incredible Bulk
Join Date: Aug 2002
Location: Western Sydney
Posts: 10,874
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DItto our cat Millie.... I actually caught her one morning doing exactly as happened in that cartoon. She snuck into our bedroom and bit by bit edge her way up the bed until she was practically sitting on Jess's head. I caught her just before the claws came out
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Titilate
Join Date: Feb 2002
Location: Blue Mountains,Australia
Posts: 5,041
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He acts like a bloody Pharoh too the little bastard. he also has the huge habit of 10mins after you go to bed no matter what time it is that mows away till is let out then right on 5.10am bangs on the door to be let in.
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Metal as fuck
Join Date: Aug 2001
Location: Blue Mountains, Australia
Posts: 17,697
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He's called that because he thinks he's King Shit.
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http://www.ausmetalguide.com - The Australian Metal Guide http://soundcellar.blogspot.com - The Sound Cellar: A New Music Review Every Day! http://myspace.com/goreripper "Only when the last tree has been felled, when the last river has been poisoned and when the last fish has been caught, shall we realise that we can't eat money." |
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The Drumming Monkey
Join Date: Sep 2006
Location: The inner core of the moon.
Posts: 438
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I have a cat named Zelda, because I am quite clearly too addicted to Nintendo.
Anyway, www.mycathatesyou.com is a site I found after reading a book called 'Bad Cat', which is basically just a similar thing in book form. I haven't had a chance to give it a proper look but I thought I'd post it anyway.
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Pillock of society
Join Date: Apr 2001
Location: Melbourne
Posts: 9,621
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The Dog's Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing! 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing! 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! The Cat's Diary Day 983 of My Captivity My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...
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Senior User
Join Date: May 2003
Location: Wagga, Australia............
Posts: 5,991
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That last one is gold.
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"I woke up one morning and remembered i'd done a particular task the night before. This was vivid, real, a compelling recollection. I proceeded to continue in this task, where i imagined i'd left off. To my surprise, i hadn't even attempted, let alone undertaken, this particular remembered task. It came crashing back to me, and it was apparent, suddenly, that i had invented the recollection. What was real? Memory is not the reliable source people think it." |
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