Mozart is one of Kristen's cats. He's a pretty black cat with long fur who loves to talk, loves to purr, and has a cute meow. But, none of that matters if you happen to be a small animal in our neighborhood, because Mozart is known for bringing home mice and birds and squirrels and now rabbits.
Unfortunately, yours truly cannot handle picking up dead animals without upchucking. Especially mangled ones. Luckily, Kristen has the stomach for that.
BTW, Kristen made fun of me because, while she scooped up the rabbit, I left the room. Hey, I either leave, or she ends up cleaning up after Mozart and me. I'm just sayin'.
Next time on BruDog Haven: Ass Don't Smell?!
BTW, Kristen made fun of me because, while she scooped up the rabbit, I left the room. Hey, I either leave, or she ends up cleaning up after Mozart and me. I'm just sayin'.
Next time on BruDog Haven: Ass Don't Smell?!
56 comments:
Wouldn't it have been funny if Mozart had written Kill da Wabbit, Kill da Wabbit?
As in Elmer Fudd.
I thought I needed to explain.
Sorry for leaving so many messages.
I just realized that I left another message when I was apologizing for leaving so many messages.
There I go again!
This has got to stop.
Because when you check to see how many people have commented it is going to look like there is a lot when it is only me.
I don't want to give you a false sense of excitement when you see the number of comments.
Because that would feel bad when you see that they are all from me.
And then you'll start to resent having me as a friend.
Which would be awful because you have meant so much to me over the years.
I didn't mean to make it sound that we were more than just friends, it just came out that way.
What am I saying, of course we are more than just friends.
I remember the summer when you had that flat tire and saw you on the lonely road.
You were trying to change the tire and were wearing a white shirt.
You had removed your shirt because you didn't want to get it dirty...
...and sweaty.
You asked if I could help you....
....change your flat.
I told you I was new at things like this and I was nervous....
...but excited.
You told me not to worry and that everything was going to be....
...just fine.
You said I should remove my shirt too. You didn't want me to ruin my clothes with tire grease.
I resisted at first.
My head was spinning.
This was all so new to me.
You gently too me by the hand...
and lead me to the jack.
"Pump, Jim, Pump!" you said.
"But's too hard" I said.
"No, don't you worry 'bout a thing" you said. "Antonio's here".
"That's right, my friend, I trust you" I said.
With the flat changed, you offered me a cup of your sweet lemonade...
Which you kept in your trunk.
Oh, it tasted so good on the hot day.
I finished mine quickly...
and you offered me yours.
Yours seemed to be a little stronger tasting than mine.
You said that it was because your taste buds were more mature than mine and you needed a stronger drink.
Then you put your meaty arm around me and laughed a deep laugh.
You then had me put my head on your shoulder.
I could feel your warm breath on the nape of my neck.
We were breathing as one...
Two hearts, one breath
ebony and ivory..
Two well-fit men in perfect condition
Going where I had never gone before or have never gone since...
Then Mark Minnick pulled up and told us to stop acting so gay. made us get in our cars and drive away.
Thank you, Mark....
and....
...Antonio.
Um. . . Jim, I hope you realize that my stomach is still hurting from laughing so hard after reading your comment(s) yesterday.
I love you, man! What was your first reaction when you saw that you received 53 comments?
WOW!
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