Ockham would ascribe my predicament to the glass on the table, but I should note that I don’t feel like the empty bottles of prosecco are sufficient to explain why I appeared to be drinking with one of the cats.
Ockham would ascribe my predicament to the glass on the table, but I should note that I don’t feel like the empty bottles of prosecco are sufficient to explain why I appeared to be drinking with one of the cats.
I was doing more or less the same thing last week.
This is why we can’t have nice things. As the miniature sapins that would actually fit in our flat are rapidly approaching their expiration date, we bought a small cypress tree; it’s apparently hardy and thus should survive in the planter on the balcony once we’re finished staring at it, it’s “green” per the Purrito, …
In other news, we are now sharing our bedroom (the sole cat-free zone in the flat) with an internet-procured 10kg bag of cat food; the more reasonable 3.5kg bags helpfully found at BHV contain sufficient food for all of three or so weeks.
Seriously, Fezzik?
Also known as the-face-that-Fezzik-gave-me-after-he-was-forbidden-from-eating-Aurora’s-food.
It has long been the opinion of the editorial board that Fezzik needs a job; at 11 kilos and a size larger than the majority of the dogs seen on Paris streets, there is simply no reason that Fezzik could not find a career as a rat catcher or a draft horse. Unlike Fezzik, the …
Sometimes you just need to commune with the mineral water.
Fezzik In Paris 