Cat Farts: “SBD,” or Just Plain “D?”
Predator Press
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I’m a little behind in responding to comments, but I have to say I’m a little stunned at what I’m reading.
There happens to be some demand for my “Cat Fart” story mentioned in the post Dr. Conrad Murray is Guilty of SOMETHING.
-This is further compounded by the startling concept of actually having to answer for something on Predator Press: never in a million years -after posting about topics like Planet Earth precariously dancing on the strings of a Robot Dinosaur Overlord- would I have ever guessed I’d be called to the carpet over “cat farts.”
Seriously. Do you guys hate Michael Jackson that much?
Hm.
Well, in any case I’m caught in a total lie. At the time I was joking: I didn’t really have a cat fart post brewing. And if you think about it, you're an asshole to bring it up. Still, while blaming you for this, I forgive you simultaneously.
There. I feel better.
Don't you?
Okay, also I'm sorry - I wanted you all to think this blog was like, cerebral, you know? Do you millions and millions of readers know how much decent cat fart recording equipment costs? And –more importantly- who do I know that will put crap like that on their credit card?
Silently, I handed my buddy Jim Tarkenton (VISA #5426-9425-2775-5555, security code 951) these encrypted instructions while pushing him violently into the Best Buy:To facilitate this groundbreaking research, we subsequently scoured the countryside.
-and what happened next was too horrible to describe in words.
Comments
Babies.
Well, at least he isn't sporting a receding mullet ...
Stephanie: Yes. I realize I probably make brilliance seem easy, but it's not: I am often so exhausted I need three or four additional naps after posting.
{And then I started killing people}