Please give our money back that you stole.

Regards,
Europe.

how many wonders can one cavern hold?

Now before i get back in my pick-up to take my cousin out.

I wanted to point out the lack of comments on the fact that the majority of Nail Salon employees are Korean and the cat-napper was Chinese…

I live that line open for Y’All.

“Dear nail salon biatch,
Please do not just LET your cat outside in an urban environment where it could be killed, maimed, run-over, eaten by the 1st gen chinese girl on the scnd floor, or taken by neighbors who actually give a damn about how animals are treated and taken care of…
Thank you belly-moutsch,
3ld floor chinese girl”

While I was there, I was struck by this strange sensation* that I’d left something unfinished at home.

Fortunately for me, the answers arrived almost instantaneously.

1. I’d neglected to chide Wade about his use of the word, “shan’t.” Face it, I’m right. Again.

Here’s a marker for Wade: if the word in question was too prissy for Liberace and Quentin Crisp, don’t use it. (Obviously, some here could get away with using it. Canthz B, for example.)

2. WotV: I meant to say this to you yesterday in your preliminary evaluation, but I got distracted by my desperate desire to prevent anglophile from being swindled out of her life’s savings.

(After Bernie, none of us can afford not to be ultra-cautious. I’ve always slept with one eye open, but now, during the ten or so hours that I’m awake during the day, I’ve trained myself to blink only one eye at a time, so I never miss anything that is transpiring around me. It takes practice (and cunning), but once you get the hang of it, you’ll find that it’s a great conversation starter. I’ve become friends with people whom I might not have even said, “hi,” to before. Some think I’m winking at them. Others ask me if there’s something wrong with my eyes.)

Where was I? Yes. Your evaluation. Once again, WotV, this concerns your avatar. I’m afraid I’m going to be forced to deduct three times the usual number of points if you are, in real life, also a redhead. I’m sure you understand why.

* Like being patted lightly on the buttocks by a midget holding a miniature tazer that is set to a ludicrously low level (i.e., it doesn’t hurt, but you’re aware that a half-pint is tapping your butt with some sort of electric stick).

You retained the lessons of your catho-sadistic, upbringing, anyway.

Humor? I know it when I stomp on it.

OMG! (Oh My God!) There’s a scuffle between two guys on tv. So sad. Why can’t people just not scuffle? Especially on tv. During Friday Evening Services.

Have you had dna testing done for total assurance confirmation? Something here just doesn’t ring silver bell clear to me. I get the sense that an impostor has been playing some sick game with you (possibly for financial gain….maybe hoping to inherit some cats further down the road, then peddle them like common produce out in front of the A&P.

I’ve seen types like Amy D before. Molls. Hussies. Kink-crazed daughters of Bezelbub.

You tell her this: “Amy, if you even think of acting out on your filthy, dimestore scams or schemes, the only trip you’ll ever take is the one that you get if you luck out and win some sort of sweepstakes.”

Watch her chin as you speak. The chin doesn’t lie.

You also chose the wrong definition of sister when you read my thread. While I am a dried-up barren nearly-crazy cat lady with a sad devotion to her nephews, I am neither a nun nor am I Catholic. I gave both up for Lent and never looked back.

You might have a little better luck with interpersonal relationships if you start choosing the first definition in the dictionary when you look up words you don’t know, such as sister and humor.