Nothing steals the show like a good copyright. Everyone's out there copyrighting this and that, here and there and at Booga Holler we go around and around about copyrighting. What if someone steals a gif and makes a million and here we are crammed in this 3o Mb like sardines and they're out there hob knobbing? So the rule is 'don't ask, don't tell'. And now don't ask for any more details because we all know how this legal mumbo jumbo can get really, really detailly and quite exhausting. And no one wants to call the lawyers about all those 'evidences' and 'illegalities' and 'stop motions'. And we all know how lawyers love those details, especially at $400 hour/detail. Not that we hate lawyers or anything, we have lawyers in our extended family and its really nice at Christmas. Thanks for that leather couch Dad ! It goes really great with our leopard love seat, which is starting to show wear, especially where the kitty's elbows were. I think he was an old, big cat. He was probably downed in some rehab zoo by Ted Nugent or someone who likes to shine their sport utility vehicle lights in pussies' eyes and then Surprise them with a 'cracker' between her nose. Poor kitty, it wasn't her fault the Sahara's growing at the rate it is and she had to move onto that village suburb that had the tastiest Dobermans any cat has ever had, anywhere.Well, except of course Fort Lauderdale, Fla., where the kids go for spring break and start drinking all those .50 cent shooters and pissing fucking everywhere you could think. In the bus seats, under some fucking drunken loser bum, after heaving, i mean its fucking disgusting how those snot mouthed little pricks start mouthing off about what the hell ever. The only good thing about the hole scene is the Dobermans. When they start lapping up that frothing piss from those kids who were brought up on Ding Dongs and Budget Gourmets, so their livers and pancreas act like a big vat of sausage and Dum Dums flavored sponges, those .50 cent shooters and runny beers begin to ferment like their mother never asked them to. And when the dogs go after it, its like-burn me a new loaf your majesty I'M A COMING HOME! I mean, kitty never had it like she did in Lauderdale. After a good night of lapping, those pooches' bellies would be all full of kiddie piss and probably crunchy old semen from when they saw some stupid bang bang smut. Oh and probably slimy crusties too, cause the kids don't do nothing for a whole week but run through the streets and drink and piss and try to hump anything. They don't change their clothes, they don't drive cars, they just run. So if kitty got a good swelled up Doberman, she'd bite right into that bloated belly and get a whole spray of kiddie fermented jus and could just spend the whole rest of the night eating that belly and watching the kids run through the alley. Oh well,now she just lays in our love seat, not quite brain dead, thinking of those days and how Ted Nugent or whoever shot him is such a dick. I agree on my mother's grave, will you please take me to the Main MenuI honorably disagree and I think you're idiots ! |