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MaineWriter:
Maybe driving the Mercedes to the garage just plumb wore David out...

Tuesday's Top Ten List!

injest  13193
Lucise  6898
Garry_LH  6763
Front-Ranger  5998
MaineWriter  5923
Sheriff Roland  4017
David  3871
Ellemeno  3821
louise van hine  3680
DavidinHartford  3677

David:
I'm up!  I'm up!     LOL


Funny how our bodies wake up at the usual time insn't it?      oh well, so much for sleeping late. 


Thanks for doing the Top Ten list Leslie!        Maybe by tomorrow you and FrontRanger will be at the 6K level!

MaineWriter:
Front Ranger will be but me? I am not sure I have 75 posts of scintillating conversation in me today...LOL

L

David:
*Excerpts from a 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 - Lunch! 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 - Milk bones! 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!






*Excerpts from a 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 what I am capable of. 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 has got to 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...

Kelda:
I've seen this before and it always make me laugh...

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