This is twisted. These are all knitted items!
Ben's mom first sent these to me in image format. I now see that they're on youtube. I like the bunny that's been impaled by a carrot.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Dog vs. Cat
Dog vs. Cat
Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary:
8:00 am-Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am-A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am-A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am-Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm-Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm-Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm-Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm-Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm-Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm-Wow! Watched TV with my people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm-Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary (can we say Roxanne?!):
Day 683 of my captivity:
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed
hash or some sort
of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the
rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to
keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of
escape. In an attempt to disgust them; I once again vomit on the floor.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it
clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The
audacity!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However,
I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what
this means, and
how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try
this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and
seems to be more than willing to return! He is obviously retarded!
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the
guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My
captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell,
so he is safe...
Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary:
8:00 am-Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am-A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am-A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am-Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm-Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm-Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm-Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm-Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm-Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm-Wow! Watched TV with my people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm-Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary (can we say Roxanne?!):
Day 683 of my captivity:
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed
hash or some sort
of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the
rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to
keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of
escape. In an attempt to disgust them; I once again vomit on the floor.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it
clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The
audacity!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However,
I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what
this means, and
how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try
this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and
seems to be more than willing to return! He is obviously retarded!
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the
guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My
captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell,
so he is safe...
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