December 19, 2006
Mutantmas
The Mutant slipped his electronic collar today during his annual lye bath and deworming. I haven't recaptured him yet, but Bella has him treed out back. He's pretty upset about last week's nipple-Tasering, but often as not it's the only way to get his attention.
He's been hallooing a lot in the tree, but did calm down long enough to demand, quote What the hell am I getting for Christmas?!? unquote. He then ignominiously pelted me with a giant spitball, which upon unwrapping revealed a partial wish list:
I think I can accommodate the old boy on a few of these things; it has been a rough year for him. The skag might be problematic, however.
Buy the guy some Ray Charles shades. Sheesh.
Posted by: Jim - PRS at December 19, 2006 8:26 PMGive him a small plasticine bag of Comet. He'll never notice the difference.
Posted by: rankin' rob at December 19, 2006 8:48 PMFeelin' yer Oates, eh?
Posted by: Elisson at December 19, 2006 9:04 PMThat looks vaguely familiar....oh yes, that was YOUR letter to Santa when you were 8.
Posted by: Belinda at December 19, 2006 9:38 PMNipple tasering. Interesting.
Posted by: Lisa W. at December 19, 2006 9:41 PMWrap up some old brown sugar in a piece of tinfoil- he'll never know.
Posted by: og at December 20, 2006 7:55 AM... I dont know, Og... with those eyes?.... I think he might be a pro.....
Posted by: Eric at December 20, 2006 9:56 PMAt some level it's enough for the junky to have any foreign substance in his veins. -W.S.Burroughs.
Posted by: og at December 21, 2006 4:57 PMI'm a little concerned about the juxtaposition of the fiddler crabs and the Blue Velvet DVD. Particularly if the fiddlers are the ones with the one big claw.
Posted by: rosie at December 25, 2006 10:15 PM