tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52222143674766048742024-03-09T00:08:08.318+02:00The Cat and the Angelboth keep me warm,
both keep me calm,
both scratch me with their nailsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5222214367476604874.post-77684154067837690142010-09-13T13:39:00.002+03:002010-09-13T13:43:47.676+03:00Satyrs and saints,<i>devils and heathens </i><br />
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<i>and lies </i><br />
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<i>She'll eat you alive</i><br />
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Actually 'she' ain't - She might though. Remains to be seenUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5222214367476604874.post-69084993058114720012010-09-09T16:53:00.000+03:002010-09-09T16:53:18.251+03:00the weather changes..how do i know? EASY !<br />
'She' is sleeping on the bed again.<br />
'She' doesnt mind all the kicking and the compression and the slap-to-the-face.<br />
She feels SO warm and nice in the morning.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5222214367476604874.post-4477949998452883712010-09-09T16:37:00.001+03:002010-09-09T16:42:08.845+03:00stupid is who stupid does..does what?<br />
I aint sure ma'am. I guess those that arent doing it my way.<br />
Or those that post a <i>"FRAUD OMAGAD LOOK AT THIS LINK" </i>story and forget to remove the original phising link that installs Zeus2 trojan when clicked..<br />
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I didnt click - did you?<br />
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Has anyone? - ever<i>??</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5222214367476604874.post-39304236614530504792010-08-05T12:15:00.000+03:002010-08-05T12:17:41.286+03:00"No space - no time, we’ll catch the wind"<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"..Strange losses, men died - we crossed a starlit sky</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> And still no space and time - we’ll catch the wind"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">She loves her Manowar</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">'She' is afraid of the busses passing by</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5222214367476604874.post-21997005930230200582010-08-05T10:24:00.000+03:002010-08-05T12:18:36.081+03:00Her mood and her mood<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I woke up late - as usual.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She was already up, having breakfast asking 'her' questions. Questions about fur no doubt.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">'She' jumped on the bed, all fisty, with a little yelp. 'Hey baby how is you this morning', my hand extending to a wannabe peting. No sir-e. Her teeth around my pinky, ears back and all Hell broke loose. I love 'her'. I really do. Teeth and all.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5222214367476604874.post-43539562102301640612009-12-29T00:41:00.002+02:002010-09-09T16:34:16.907+03:001-2, One Two, One11111!!!11The Eagle has landed !<br />
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well not reallyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0