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GOT MILK!!!!!!
Once again, the kittehs bitterly cursed their lack of opposable thumbs which prevented them from opening da bottlez!
LOL’S beat me to it !!!
“sigh – this lack of opposable thumbs is becoming tiresome”
i can chew throo milk lid fasser than you can
no you cant
yes i can.
no you cant
yes I can.
cant
can.
cantcancantcancantcancantcancantcan
Anyfing u can do, I can does bettah!
Anyfing u can do, I can does 2.
no you cants
Yes I can …
yes u cans…
no ai can’t!!
Can u bake a pie?
WIN!! I reely did LOL
I nedz a strawl.
IT’S CATURDAY!!!!one!1!1!!111!!eleven-hundred!1!!!!!~~`~~tilde
Weeeeeeehoooooooweeeeeee CATURDAY!
free milk 4 our tummez cuz momma had affare wit milk man
My daddee WUZ deh milk man! We had 4 childrun in owr fambly, and we not luks so muches alyke wen we wuz small, so used to tell ppls who wuz 2 curius for own gud, dat we comed frum deh milk man!
My mamma did not see deh humors in dat.
But we did! ( :
I has notised sumfing. I mayke smily fayces bakwurds frum everybuddy elses. Iz dat becuze I is left-handeded? Can otha ppls sees dem ok?
da smilies iz littel weird scarletkitty, but jus a littel. I can unnerstand dems A-OK.
I make ‘em that way, too, but I’m right handed. I make ‘em in that direction because I like to use the c for a nose. (c: See? If you do it the other way, :c), it looks deformed. So you and I can stand together in our backwards smileyness.
Here’s my own “milkman did it” story – except it was a mailman. Skip past the first six or so paragraphs as they’re about something else entirely.
iz vera OK. we are likin peplz that smilez outov both sidez of der face.
Yea, iz ok. We getz da idea!!
My daddo was the mailman. (; For real.
And see, my smilies and winkies are “backwards” too … but my grinnies are always : D
Hi, TC,
Iz gud to see u heer, has been awile. I iz waving at u. /^/^/^
Thanks for all the milkmanz and mailmanz storeez. Funnee ting iz, my huzbund
is a mailman, too. Or as we callz dem, a mayman.
I haz been gone all day, so am trying to get cawted up on the cheezburgers. I went
owt of town to my grandbaby’s ballet recytul today. It was soooooo cheezburgery kewt. And funnee.
hapi caturday!
now cans we hav de chawklit chip cooookieses?
i got some chocorat-chip ones coming out ob da oven now–will dat do?
“How many times do I have to tell you kids … don’t drink from the damn bottle! Use a glass!”
Awwwwwwwww mom… we didn’t backwash…
but issa glass boddle, that shud count
Gimme, gimme, gimme! NOM NOM NOM!
Hope weez not lactoz intolerunt.
oh my godz…lookit da milk moustache on da kitteh on the right! it triez to get da whole noze inna bottle! bwa-hahahaha!
big grin frum me. deyz ahdorabel. din’t know meowk still gotz delibbered anywharz.
I live out in East Gish (just about as rural as you can get) and there are some cow farms out here that still deliver milk in the lovely rattley milk bottles. However, it’s cheaper to just go to the store and buy it in a jug… but hey, if you’re willing to pay for the price of an old tradition, why not?
Oh, P.S… kids in this area still do the old egg-in-a-milk-bottle trick:
Step one: get a milk bottle.
Step two: put a lighted match or a burning piece of paper into the bottle.
Step three: put a peeled hard-boiled egg on the rim of the bottle.
Step four: watch the egg go spppppt into the bottle! Whoa! You can’t get it out again!
i cud gets it owt.
i ar MacGyver fan.
is not so hards akshuly.
“Hope weez not lactoz intolerunt.” LOL’S
(poot). poot. POOT-POOT !!! PLEAH !!! who dids dat ??? YOU !!! no was YOU !!!
like the doublemint twins of lactose intolerence… I’m just gonna stop right there
OH, Plztocontinu! Funnee! Flatulent furrballs!
Fuzzy flatulent furrballs.
Fuzzy flatulent furrballs forever.
Finicky fuzzy flatulent furrballs forever.
Ok I iz dun now.
Betcha cant say dat 5 tiems fast!
I bet u iz rite abowt dat!!
Dis is a game my husbund and I play sumtimez wen we is traveling in deh car, or wen we just wants to maykez othah ppls crazy. Sumtimez we can go on for a VERY long time, too.
OMGROFLPOOTRS!
luckily, dey still young enough to probably NOT be intolerant! so dis page shodn’t be too smelly. we hope.
don’t count on it. I’M here!
thank you for sharing. the warning, at least….
No prblm
to mush infromachin! ::giggles::
I’ve started a thread… I won’t be able to stop…
there needs to be a song like that. ‘the unstoppable thread’ or something
“to start… the unstoppable thread…”
“This is the thread that doesn’t end…
Yes, it goes on and on my friend
Some people started typing it not knowing what it wuz,
and they’ll continue typing it forever just because
this is the thread that doesn’t end…”
YUP, thas whut I wuz thinkin’ . Now it’s whut I WILL BE thinkin’ all nite long. Pleh!
OK, stend, remember … u started this ….
(sung to The Impossible Dream):
To snip the unraveling thread;
to quell the ex-ploding head;
to end all the squee and the awesome
before you full down from the dead…
Next verse, pleez …
ninetynines botl of milks on da wal
ninetynines botl of milks…
U sed poot. POOT! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Hai Iz five yeerz olded.
aw. dem kitties luk scruffy. i think dis maek me sad.
Farm cats often look scruffy because they are…. farm cats. They don’t humans brushing, bathing or otherwise messing with their au natural look. Many don’t even like to be petted. But the way I look at it, they are “working cats” (like “working dogs”) and they aren’t as posh as that fluffy pampered Persian many people think of when they think “cat”.
“Working cats”? Iz about time lazy kittehs workz for a living, instead of jus’ sittin’ around looking cute
Well, their “job” is to catch mice and things, and generally prowl around and protect their territory (which also happens to be the farm’s territory). However, unlike human beings, they get a LOT of benefits with their job… like free milk, lots of sun to sleep in, an extremely flexible schedule, naptimes, high places to climb and explore, warm places to sleep, cows to stare at, chickens to pester… I only wish I had a job like that.
Dogs, meanwhile, take their jobs WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too seriously.
Skylar wonts to now whut’s wron wit bein a serious floor matt?
” … cows to stare at ” ??? that’s a PERK ??? LOL’S
yeah, I’m gonna get that written into my next benefits package for SURE
Iz gud dogz takes jobz seriously! Not like slacker kittehs. Deyz hard wurk helps economeez and pays mah Social Security.
At the audition for the Kitteh Jug Band; washboard playr iz late.
FTW!!!
ASrggggkhgjklf~~~!!!! Yeh beet meez 2 d jug band joik! Cursingz you~! Cuarzings!
O nooo! Co-wrkrs starin at me AGIN!!! Too much whoopin in ofic!!
they are sweet but reminded me that I am thirsty
Bye bye ,greets from Poland
WOW! srsly???? We be in Poland, tu?
That IZ kool … an Yvi is German, rite? Thiz bee a reguler UN of LOL!
Wurld Peas … thru Kittehs!
Whear muh cookees?!!!!!
Races U to da bottum! Reddy, steddy, SLURP!
Noes. If milk not humoginezed, den teh top is place to bees. Cream…yummo.
and katlua
oh yessy yes yes or amarcatto
Dis bringz bak a nice memree … bak in kolleg went tu partee wher deh serv the Black Russhuns or Wyt Russhuns … sum kinda Russhuns … an sumwon brought out escargot, so we slingin back teh hooch an teh snayls an next ting i no i’m inna guest rm, passin out on teh bed, barfin on everywon’s coats. Maybee dis explayn mai Soviet hangup? No … moar … Russhuns … EVR!
nothing like puking up besotted bugs with fancy names.
There are SNAILZ ON HER PLATE! No go bring me those toasted cheez appetizerz you talked me out of.
DATZ IT!!!! Snayls an coffee liquer Is major PLEH!
Cold warz ovvar.
U be ohtay.
Melissa made me LOL out loud…s’ok least i not at werk today. ^^
Glad I not drinkin nuffin rite now, or it be all ovah mah keybored!
new marketting idear: ya know dem cleer lucite cookybook purrtecktors? we needs to make sumfin like dem to put in furront ob our monitors–and way ober, in da corner, den need da ICHC logo etched in…
Iz a purrfect idea, THC. U haz deh awesumness goin on!
Oooohhh. Top milk. I rememberz. My daddee worked in a creameree, an he brot home whole milk, unhomogenized. Sweeet.
CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!
i’s tryn but cants! halp!
Hungry Kittehs lookin 4 Nom…Nom…Nom
Attakkin Bawttellz wif vishus applomb
Ankshush to quench thayr Kitteh thirst
Choowin away at the paper cap first
Jack.
Cute.
I wuz reedin dis and for sum reeson finished it wif “Clap, clap.” I not no why, it just happened. Den dis followed
Mah mummah told me, if I wuz goodeee, dat she wuld buy me, a rubber dolly.
My auntie told her, I kissed a soljur, now she won’t buy me, a rubber dolly.
free, six, nyne, dah goose drank wine, monkee chewed tobakko on deh streetcar line, deh line broke, deh monkee got choked, and dey all went to hebben in a little rowbote.
Clap, clap.
sowwee.
I iz dun now.
agin.
i remembrz dat song! an it DID end wif clap clap. nao i gonna hafta go fine whut da song namez iz cuz iz gonna dribe me crazee til i member whut it wuz calleded! fanx a lot scarlet.
Iz in UB 40 vershun of “Red Red Whine?” … the line broke, deh monkee got choked … added to end of song, i tink. Den again, maybee i jus had tu much teh red, red whine!
Iz wun vershun of The Clapping Song.
Did I givez u an earwurm?
Oh, yeah,
Shirley Ellis, 1965. later vershuns, too.
AND I fownd owt is not “clap, clap” iz “clap, pat”
How dum is dat?
I will still say clap, clap. iz too ingrayned now to change.
Catnipz give us kittehs da slantee eyes and da cotten mouf. Wez gotsta be drinkin lotsta melk!
We has alpinhornz!
Kittehz should work on bottle in BAK—one dey alreddy knockded down. Shud be eezier to get open wif milk pressin gainst papercap…
Kittehz sometimez makes tings more difficult dan dey needz to be, I’z notised.
Oh, u no mai husban?
(Happy Fadder’s Day to all teh fadder’s out there!)
Pro Kittehs att dah supeeree-or milk chug cahntest.
dems tryin so hard ter drinky da meelk! but thems not much beeger than da meelk itsef!
Ah liks mountin mewsik
Good ole mountin mewsik
Playd by a slurpin-kitteh band…
i bet i drink dis faster den u.
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