Relax, Angry Person. The black cat is (gasp) a feline. This is not the Donald Trump Hall of Hateful Hack Monkeys.
(Ed: his brownshirts will come around to kick yer ass!)
Well, all I have to say is they better beware the Agapanthus. They dayum sure better.
(Roger Dodger: bollocks on any Trump brownshirts!)
Nope, in fact, it's true. I can probably find their Twitter page again but it stinks like sewage in a microwave. They will be the security enforcers at Trump rallies, everything with plausible deniability, no doubt.
Speaking of things which stink ...
Experience teaches only one thing comes from a black cat around an electric guitar and that's a broken electric guitar. One black cat has already made a score with a guitar with a broken neck.
(Ed: heya, Dagwood. Here's a pro tip on yer black cat. That's a skunk, matey!)
You don't say! I had been wondering why people ran away. (Regulars may remember my nose was bitten off by an alligator on that last trip to the Amazon and my sense of smell was consequently gone with it. That was a terrible loss for me but at least we found the legendary city of Kiqabunko.)
(Ed: what is Kiqabunko?)
Kiqabunko is the lost city of the Incas which had descended into the depravity of lives dominated by the criminal duplicity of the elders and lives were ruined by their grotesque swindling. There was immense wealth and immense despair but Kiqabunko was rescued by Bernicapopetl "Cloud Warrior" Sanderitza and from thence forward it blossomed as the Athens of the Inca age.
(Ed: where do you get your facts?)
Same place as Donald Trump, I make them up.
(Ed: Trump said there would be riots if he doesn't get the nomination)
Yah, yah, there will be riots if he does get the nomination. People want him like a raging case of smallpox.
In any case, there is the clear and present need for the Black Cat Wall of Death at the Rockhouse so if any neck breaks this time it will be that of the black cat.
(Ed: I'm tellin' you, Dagwood. That's a skunk!)
Well, whatever it is ... it can't come into the Rockhouse.
The Wall of Death was comprised of the shipping carton for the Apple iMac which stands close to one meter and that became the barrier. The line across which no black cat can travel.
The End.
(Ed: oy, oy, what happened?)
The black cat jumped right the fuck over it. It's a cat, what did you think would happen.
(Ed: it's a wall, it could have gone around or under too)
It's a cat and it would have got around to those. Either way, it's in.
(Ed: now what?)
Now it's out, condemned to the living hell of roaming around outside, killing things to its heart's content. Relax, it's mid-seventies out there.
(Ed: his brownshirts will come around to kick yer ass!)
Well, all I have to say is they better beware the Agapanthus. They dayum sure better.
(Roger Dodger: bollocks on any Trump brownshirts!)
Nope, in fact, it's true. I can probably find their Twitter page again but it stinks like sewage in a microwave. They will be the security enforcers at Trump rallies, everything with plausible deniability, no doubt.
Speaking of things which stink ...
Experience teaches only one thing comes from a black cat around an electric guitar and that's a broken electric guitar. One black cat has already made a score with a guitar with a broken neck.
(Ed: heya, Dagwood. Here's a pro tip on yer black cat. That's a skunk, matey!)
You don't say! I had been wondering why people ran away. (Regulars may remember my nose was bitten off by an alligator on that last trip to the Amazon and my sense of smell was consequently gone with it. That was a terrible loss for me but at least we found the legendary city of Kiqabunko.)
(Ed: what is Kiqabunko?)
Kiqabunko is the lost city of the Incas which had descended into the depravity of lives dominated by the criminal duplicity of the elders and lives were ruined by their grotesque swindling. There was immense wealth and immense despair but Kiqabunko was rescued by Bernicapopetl "Cloud Warrior" Sanderitza and from thence forward it blossomed as the Athens of the Inca age.
(Ed: where do you get your facts?)
Same place as Donald Trump, I make them up.
(Ed: Trump said there would be riots if he doesn't get the nomination)
Yah, yah, there will be riots if he does get the nomination. People want him like a raging case of smallpox.
In any case, there is the clear and present need for the Black Cat Wall of Death at the Rockhouse so if any neck breaks this time it will be that of the black cat.
(Ed: I'm tellin' you, Dagwood. That's a skunk!)
Well, whatever it is ... it can't come into the Rockhouse.
The Wall of Death was comprised of the shipping carton for the Apple iMac which stands close to one meter and that became the barrier. The line across which no black cat can travel.
The End.
(Ed: oy, oy, what happened?)
The black cat jumped right the fuck over it. It's a cat, what did you think would happen.
(Ed: it's a wall, it could have gone around or under too)
It's a cat and it would have got around to those. Either way, it's in.
(Ed: now what?)
Now it's out, condemned to the living hell of roaming around outside, killing things to its heart's content. Relax, it's mid-seventies out there.
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