I always had the assumption that it smells much better than it tastes, and that it was probably a mix of all the worst parts left after human food was made, and knowing the quality of some of such human food, I never really wanted to taste the pet food.

I invented a dance to Stand today. Ok, maybe not exactly invented, it might be a variation on the Thriller dance, but still... It makes me giggle.

Potted meat smells like cat food. Definitely smells better than it tastes. I want to see the Stand dance. Sounds hot.

I used to eat Luv Dog Biscuits. The wee milk ones shaped like bones were nice, but my fave was the little red heart-shaped ones...

Then I got hairy, started howling (more than usual, I mean) and of course there was that unfortunate imbroglio involving the Vicar's leg...
And the Judge put a stop to it.

Now, I guess the neighbourhood children will have to suffice.

I had a phonecall from an old friend earlier (who I hadn't seen for well over a year) demanding to know if his ex had contacted me the past few weeks, I told him no, he told me if she tried to talk to me to record anything she says as he's put a restraining order on her for harassing his friends and family and they're going to court tomorrow etc. Now...while he is a friend, he also is a bit of a dodgy bastard. So, I messaged her asking why he phoned me up shouting his mouth off, and she told me to not listen to a word he says, they going to court tomorrow as she's a key witness to "something really bad he did". I've not told either party what the other said, and I've told both of them that I'm not getting involved....but I honestly don't know who to believe. While I fully accept the fact that my friend actually gives me the willies, I wouldn't expect him to lie to me or be so specific and thorough over such a lie (Telling me how much the case is costing him, things that she did, telling me he's logged the phonecall etc.), meanwhile his ex is a very nice girl who I couldn't say a bad word about....except she was very vague with her side of the story.

Sooooooooooo...I'm a bit confabulated.

Kill them both and be done with it.

What?

I was thinking that...

Keep yer damn head down.
Let it play out in the Court, and keep no opinion afore then.

Sounds like a potential minefield.

Hence why I've told them not to get me involved! I'm just wondering about it...

I miss rainbow trout.

Having an inventory count and there is loads missing. I sense a shitstorm before my Dev-cation.

Having an inventory count and there is loads missing. I sense a shitstorm before my Dev-cation.

as is the custom of inventories all over the world

Have you ever stretched out so hard that you get an awful, sudden cramp in your limbs?

It sucks.

This image was taken from an ultrasound on an Ontario man's testicle:



Remind you of anyone?

Oh no, I gotta have an abdominal CT next week.
Who knows what'll show up there?

I've just had a brainwave.
I still own a pair of big-ass Kenwood speakers:

400w, 25 years old and still killing neighbours.

Hmmm...if I lie down with one of these on top of me...and crank some Sunn O))) up (with bass at seismic levels)...perhaps it will disintegrate whatever is gummin' up my renal system. DIY infrasound.

Or...I could just fuck off.