So life has finally gotten the hell out of the way and now I can sit and play. Don't really have anything particular to say at all, but that doesn't stop me from having a ball. As obviously I've been doing more work with the Face it Facts, considering I'm on vacation and not doing jobs at two different acts. As the Factlight Ads have been created, making all that help elated. As now they can get more exposure for their Factinary act, another helping hand and that's a fact.
So as I was going from place to place, showing my rhyming face, laughing at Betsy's weeds growing so well, oh I just had to tell. That was quite a funny sight, guess they don't need light..hahahaha. Poking fun over at My Five Men, I have done a time or ten, so she's used to it be now and shouldn't have a cow. How does one have a cow anyway? For I must say, the only thing that comes to my mind, really just wants me to hit rewind and erase it from my head, the drop it in the sea covered with lead. But that can't happen so I guess it must be stored, at least with those thoughts I'll never be bored..haha. Just maybe turn into a nut, that needs a good kick in the butt.
So the title reflects my visit to the cat called Orson over at a certain lair, who seems to have quite the flare. How can you not like a cat that tells Silver to shut up, so to Orson I tip my tuna cup. Although Fox I think you might have a touch of the multiple personality syndrome that's going around, as here it certainly can be found. A tip for those hairs in the key board you hate, suck them off with a vaccum cleaner and they'll be off your plate, so to speak, Orson might not be for the meak. As he could tell you off quite nice, might even do it twice. The cat loves it I must say, really made my day. Oh and poor Orson pork, ham, steak and all that good stuff, Pat shares without so much as a huff, so if you ever get across the border, just send up your order.
So now I go on to the Tales of Tashtoo, which I'm sure have been read by most of you. Obviously Brian who got there first, messing up my usual burst. But I was slow the last few days, so I'll just give you a slightly hateful gaze. Anyway so Natasha has been showing off great pictures as of late, using them as extra bait, as her words suck you in even more over at her shore. As they were taken by her dear old daddy, so there is a shout out to them from this laddy, errm umm cat, damn it Pat, stopping trying to type, I know you have a gripe, with me getting so much attention, but try it again and I'll put you in detention. Ok that was a tad weird, I acted like the guy with the Silver beard. Plus Natasha has added My Nova Scotia to her blog, clearing away all the fog, so if you ever want to track her down or maybe this rhyming clown, that could help, just don't make me yelp. Her it's ok, I just want to be able to rhyme and play. Yes the cat only looks after number one, pfffft don't go and shun, or have a fit over the words I admit. Look three plugs in one, aren't I just so much fun?
Now back to Brian who's probably already crying, that he hasn't got much said about him yet, well don't fret. As today you weren't just beat by one cat but two, see Orson look what you made me do. Make poor old WaystationOne come completely undone, as Brian is off prancing around in a pool, isn't that so cool? Awww to just go and splash about, you got this cat's vote. As yes I go and jump in the tub when Pat is done in the shower, for I do not cower, from water at all, as I am so tall. I even bathe in the kitchen sink, after I give Pat a meow and a wink, then he turns on the tap and I shut my yap, sticking my head under getting all wet, yes a wet cat might cause one to fret. But Brian sorry I wouldn't be allowed to jump around the pool with you, as yes it could fit more than two, but since it is rubber and not as durable as Flubber, with my claws on my paws, it would go pop and the fun would just stop. So I'll reframe from jumping in, as ruining all your fun would be a sin.
Speaking of small things like that, ever think how little one needs to amuse themselves when they are a young cat. I mean bubbles or rocks will do or mud or some pasty goo. Now it's just all yuck, I'd never want to play in the muck, but then you don't have a single care, plus will run around bare. Ok that last one the cat does now, but so do all cats so that doesn't wow, Pat we won't speak of about that, I'll save that for another chat. Look what you made me do Brian, now the random stuff is just a flying. Maybe I should give someone a Fawk You, bah that I'll let Raven do.
So there is my News from Nowhere oh crap that is already taken so I wouldn't dare, steal poor Alan's title, as then I may no longer be his rhyming idol. hahahah oh my big head showed itself there, but it's only fair, as I rhyme like no other, Cassie and Pat just sit thinking o'brother, but I'll beat them up later, maybe make Pat wrestle a gator, wait there are none of them up here, guess he has nothing to fear. Oh and Alan the answers were placed in the comments below the last post, as I am such a nice host. Plus the Fox and I rhymed puzzle a few times, no lie. See isn't my place just so helpful to one and all, as I answer you call, in typical rhyming fashion, with a good tongue lashing. So look I didn't even have to have anything to say, at all today. Just went and visited all of you and then a post came out of me too. Guess I should thank each one, but then that be no fun. So well Betsy's weeds grow high above the grass, I will always be a little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.