So my sister is insinuating her life would be way more pleasant if Carwash came to live with me. But I have an elderly canary named Jerry.
Here's my question. Do I move Jerry to my dad's house so he can live his twilight years in a bright kitchen with a cockatoo and a conure and an attentive caretaker, or do I risk KILLING Jerry (they die of shock a lot, especially elderly ones) and keep him with Car to train Car NOT to attack caged birds so I can have caged birds in the future without worrying my cat is one of those cats that kills birds?
The lady I housesit for trains all her cats to lay off birds, there's tricks, but she has hardier birds. Jerry drops to the ground and hyperventilates if you move his cage three inches to vacuum.
My star gazing skillz aren't as finely tuned as my angel detecting skillz but I'm pretty sure I just passed Paul Rudd holding a purple paraplooie in front of the Arclight.
My star gazing skillz aren't as finely tuned as my angel detecting skillz but I'm pretty sure I just passed Paul Rudd holding a purple paraplooie in front of the Arclight.
My star gazing skillz aren't as finely tuned as my angel detecting skillz but I'm pretty sure I just passed Paul Rudd holding a purple paraplooie in front of the Arclight.
I feel like shit warmed over then heated in the microwave and made rubbery, then left in the microwave and thrown in the trash, then rinsed off with the the garden hose.
In short if I rally to go to the Weezer show tonight it's going to take every last cell in my body flipping into happymode to energize me to do so. THe last concert I went to sick was The Pretenders at Club Nokia. I saw a sign Morrissey was going to meet me there so I went. That was back in the Halcyon Days of my madness.
Speaking of broken fortunes, I present to you...THE PALI CAFE! My first place of employment is featured in this video. I was a dishwasher then waitress for three years serving those SAME roosters at the counter. Chay makes jewelry out of bicycle parts.
Against my better judgement, I just watched a video PBS posted on their website today of a veterinarian in the Tundra castrating a reindeer with his teeth. It's without a doubt the most f***ed up thing I've seen in a long time (sorry, Best Gore) but thankfully it wasn't as graphic as it could have been.
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