So now you once again know more than you needed to know about Pat, thanks to the clever cat. Anyway what was the point in my little shout, well it wasn't to gloat. As I had a lot of ideas flowing through me head and want to get rid of them before bed. Plus I had three days before the end of April I had to use or else those days I would lose. So for the rest of the week I'm on vacation from work, so now I can do the lets Face it Facts and lurk. Plus catch up on some movies and stuff, but not before I huff and I puff. As today I really did go to hell and as I warning I will tell, I might cause you to waste an hour or two, but I know that won't bother some of you. So with out further adieu, here is all the stuff I needed to get out of my head from me to you.
So whoops I did it again, this time for My Five Men. Oh you thought I forgot all about this did you? Well that's one thing I don't normally do. As I have a mind like a trap and can flap my yap, but always remember most things, even if sometimes it takes a few minutes before the bell rings, causing me to recall, what it was I did last fall. Anyway without further delay, here is the latest one I did today.
Oh Fox was that a tear or was it a cheer? Yes you can show it to one and all, even take it to the mall. But don't just sit in your Silver Fox Lair and play it over and over with some glare. That isn't healthy for some one your age, might cause fits of rage..hahaha.
So I'm always going from place to place, showing my rhyming face and two I keep coming across, that leave me for a loss. As they both see the same picture yet their words aren't the same, WaystationOne of course is one I can name. As Brian goes way out there and relates it in a way one wouldn't think, sometimes with a sly little wink, to certain activities that leave you bare and if someone out of the blue saw they might stare. But I won't go there and ruffle any hair, head or butt or hair on the gut, I'll leave it all alone, and just throw him a bone.
The other is of course the Tales of Tashtoo, where once again Natasha surprises me and you. With sequels to tales and peoms by the pails, as well as a video or two, as she has a whole slew. Yet she uses the same picture as Brian and comes out a tryin, making it an original work so great, even when I show up late. So the moral of rant number two is I guess, I'm going to throw my hat into this mess. So here I go with show number two, for each and every one of you.
Well hmph I finally had some time and checked out old onestoppeotry today, all ready to play and they switched to story mode I see, well the cat strayed away like a busy bee, as others and the cat don't play together well, as sometimes the cat doesn't watch each word he must spell, plus Twitter and I need a break, as after all the crap I do with that I just want to drown it in a big ass lake, which is what it would take, but a tale I can make.
First I have to say, that if my cats get old and slow one day, I'll always have a way to scare the rats, as one of the pictures of the one stop hats, is of poor old Brian's mug, hahaha sorry had to give that a tug. So Brian you keep smelling that manure as now the cat takes the floor, for act number two, really is quite the zoo, but unlike your little tale, that starts in a barn and hay bail, the cat ends up there, again some don't rhyme and are mean, strange and down right nuts so BEWARE!
The Cat and Pat Run Out of Gas
Natasha had been avoiding the cat, due to moving and all of that, so one evening after dinner, Pat suggested a real winner. As he has moved tons of times, so without any rhymes, he suggested we go help her move fast, so her avoidance wouldn't last.
After a slight bitch and moan, and trying to pretend I was on the phone, we hopped in the car, I was just glad we didn't have to travel far. As I dreaded our last trip, when we ran into that Drazin dip, but the border we wouldn't go near, yet I still had a slight fear, like this shouldn't be done, as it wasn't going to be much fun.
A few honks and middle fingers later on our drive, things started to take a dive, as once the city was in our rear view mirror left eating our dust, everything began to go bust. For silly old Pat had forgot to fill the tank and we were stuck on some back water road smelling something awful rank. I think it was cow manure, but I couldn't be sure, as it was coming from every direction, I thought at least if cows like their own smell they'll surely get an erection. Yes I know it was a dirty thought, but I really didn't want to go for a trot.
Two long hours had passed and not a single soul had amassed, the sun was also beginning to set and I started to fret. As coyotes, bobcats and bears oh my, could come out and make me die. I pleaded a bit with Pat and after a little chat, he locked the car door and off we went once more. Although I wished we never did and no I do not kid. For things literaly go to hell in this tale I'm about to tell.
PAT: "Look cat someone dropped some money on the side of the road."
Greed ridden Pat stated as he saw something shiny, that was quite tiny. He jumped down into the ditch, without a hitch and grabbed the object, bringing it back up to me so we could reflect. But as he grasped it tight, try as he might, his hand would not come undone, seconds later when it did he fell to the ground twitching like he was shot by a gun.
CAT: "Pat you dead? Why couldn't you let me stay in bed?"
I checked his pulse to see if he was alive and it could be felt beating like a sharp knive. Then suddenly he awoke right fast, as I was hoping it didn't last. Pat shook his head up and down, squashing his face into a frown, trying to figure out what just occured, he muttered a bit to see if his speech was slurred, but everything seemed well, that is until. He got up and we started down the road side and lets just say my eyes got wide.
ARTHUR: "Where are we my friendly feline? Has that dastardly three headed dragon scurried off into the bush?"
My jaw dropped, as I never thought Pat's stupid antics could be topped, but this, this was right out of some side show, like down freak row.
ARTHUR: "Well my four legged friend, what is the battle we have set course for this time? Sirens? Gods? Bedding a wench?"
CAT: "Ok Pat it's time you shut up about that, leave la la land, boy this is the last time I try to give Natasha a hand."
Pat looked around like he thought I was talking to a third party, then scolded me like I was being tarty.
ARTHUR: "Who is this Pat character you speak of? Is he the foe we seek? Never fear as the great King Arthur will slay the dastardly demon."
CAT: "King Arthur right, have you been drinking stuff that wasn't alcohol light?"
Pat stopped in his tracks, once again shaking his head like he was host to two acts.
PAT: "Wait what just happened?"
CAT: "Finally you can stop being all loony and cartoony, so now can we get out of here, as night has fallen and being eaten I fear. Wait must I bow before the king and maybe kiss your ring?"
Pat looked at me like I was the crazy one and off we walked which I swear was a ton, seeing trees after trees and oh my poor knees. Then finally we happened upon two odd ducks, yes they were quite the schmucks. As one was as large as a house, well the other looked the exact same but was as small as a mouse. They stood on the side of the road with their thumbs in the air, not having a single care. As obviously they hadn't seen a car for hours, as we've had better luck watching the flowers, grow to a huge height, anyway at first I thought they might bite. We gave them a nod and went to pass, but before we knew it they were on our ass.
GUNG: "What to you think Ho? Should we allow these two fellows the pleasure of our company?"
HO: "Sure Gung, as they look like they could use some swell fellows like us."
PAT: "No offense guys, but we've had our fill of weird for one night, so go back to twiddling your thumbs on the side of the road."
CAT: "Yeah you heard him beat it before I have a fit."
The pair looked at each other, with their eyebrows raised like they were thinking oh brother.
GUNG: "You calling us weird when you travel with a talking, rhyming cat? Well Ho what about that?"
HO: "Gung I think they just can't stand our awesome might. As the power of Gung Ho as a team is just to much for them."
PAT: "Hear that Cat? We are being followed by Gung and Ho and together they are Gung Ho, wow I must say that is definitely creative."
CAT: "Well we don't want to chat, so scat, before I squash you flat or maybe I'll leave that to Pat."
GUNG: "That rhyming stuff is so amazing Ho, I have to give it a try. We a Gung Ho and we will show, that Gung and Hung and Ho is kind of...slow?"
HO: "No way Gung, Ho is your bro, better than your toe, in a row, needs to go, like a good bow, hell I don't know."
GUNG: "Wow it's harder than it looks, maybe we should keep trying, as that makes perfect right Ho?"
These two morons went on about this for what seemed like forever and no they were no where near clever. But they kept following us like flies on shit, at least we didn't get bit. But I figured I'd let them follow some, as I saw Deliverance and didn't really want anything stuck up my bum. Then it was like they were getting in Pat's head and he began to shake once more, as I realized what was it store. It had to be that stupid shiny thing found down in the ditch, making him one crazy son of a bitch.
ARTHUR: "Foul creatures brought forth by satin himself, be gone with the pair of you."
Gung and Ho just sat and watched giggling, some things on the rather large Gung were actually jiggling. That was a sight no one wants to see, not even me. There are just some things you can't use to make fun, as you want them out of your brain and undone. But worst of all, Pat had a stick and was having a ball, acting as if it was a sword, poking at Gung Ho until they go bored and slapped it away, thank God Arthur didin't stay.
PAT: "Ummm what was that all about?"
GUNG: "Look Ho he has multplie personalities, isn't that awesome?"
HO: "Hey maybe my alternate personality is Merlin and we could be a team you think?"
I slowly think Pat was becoming aware of what was going on, but figured he'd deal with that come dawn, right now we had to get off the street, as all of us were beat. Ho pointed out a light from across a field, as Pat went nuts once more and was using a piece of old cardboard, found on the road, as a shield. So with the two weirdos in toe and nut job Pat running to and fro, off we went for the barn, as I stated when I began this yarn. But just when I thought things couldn't get worse, I opened the door and out came a curse.
DRAZIN: "Finally fleabag, you have come back into the sight of the Great God Duke Drazin and Drazin will not let you escape this time, your ass is Drazin's. As Drazin is going to skin you and use you as a hat."
Once more I found myself staring at this clown, except this time he looked just a little bit down, basically he looked like a bum, who had no more rum. Then he grabbed me by the scruff of the neck, as I gave his nose a good deck. He dropped me and then gave me a look, like straight out of some deranged book. His eyes began to glow red, at least they gave us some light so it wasn't all bad.
DRAZIN: "You made Drazin lose Drazin's job, so now Drazin travelled all this way for revenge. Thanks for saving Drazin the rest of the trouble of tracking you down though."
He laughed like some over the top super villian, well Gung Ho sat by the door chillin and Pat finally came in the barn door, jaw almost dropping to the floor. Then he once again began to shake and started to partake.
ARTHUR: "Hell spawn, if only I had the great Excaliber by my side, then I'd send you back to the underworld and I'd steal from the rich and give back to the poor."
GUNG: "Ho wasn't that Robin Hood?"
HO: "Yeah Gung I think it was, do you think he has more personalities in there?"
DRAZIN: "Awww did Drazin scare you so bad the last time you met Drazin that you went into a loonie bin type state poor Pat?"
ARTHUR: "Who is this Pat of which you speak? For I, King Arthur, will smite thee with by bare hands."
CAT: "Pat errrm ummmm Arthur you aren't really helping your cause, standing around like your waiting for an applause. Also Drazin you big over sized mook, you're as much of a God as I am a nuke. Gung and Ho you two are nuts and smell like a couple of butts."
I had enough and let them have it, throwing a typical fit, but that was a bad idea, for they surrounded me I fear. They backed me into a corner horse stall, then I stepped on something and the whole barn began to shake and fall. I swept the hay away from me feet and there was this symbol that looked kind of neat. It sunk into the ground, like a switch I had found and everyone ran out of the barn fast, I was the last. As I just escaped before it all fell flat, squashing this cat.
Yet when the dust cleared, it was as I feared, I was still standing infront of the nut Pat, Gung who was quite fat, Ho who just didn't know and Drazin the mouthy man, who really needed a tan. A full moon shined down upon us on that faithful night, when noises could be heard giving me quite the fright. As the sight to be seen, could turn even the most brave cat green.
TO BE CONTINUED...........
There was my story moment for the week, so if it's any more profound you seek. Go play in Lanie's soapbox and holds on to your socks, I mean that for sure this time, as she did quite the chime, about clutter, made me mutter, about how stupid some people can be, when they see the word almost free. I mean having enough toilet paper to last forty years, if anyone gives that cheers, I'll smack you upside the head, but don't worry I'll make sure you were well fed.
So now on to rant number three, actually it isn't a rant just something from me. As I thought I'd give you all some work, as you come here to lurk. Plus maybe keep you amused, for I wouldn't want you to feel to abused. Anyway here is my little concoction out of the blue, from me to all of you. Do you have the resolve, to sit and solve?
WARNING - thanks to Betsy know dumb blogger messed it up and number 6 is cut short, hint it starts with super..lol and doesn't have duper.
|ACROSS 3. Follow the Tracks, And That's The Lets Face it (5)____________|
4. Owner of an Act that is Spooky, While I'm Kooky (5)____________
6. Atrotcious and Precosious (34)_______________
10. Owner Won an Award, I Know Bored (13)___________
12. This Girl, Came To Rhyme for a Whirl (5)__________
14. The Real Name, Of The Cat Seeking Fame (5)___________
16. Lucky Feet, House Trained Which is Neat (6)________________
17. Place at the Facts, For Many Acts (9)__________
19. Oldest for Last, He Might Put Your Knees in a Cast (9)____________
20. Comes in a Bucket, Could Also Chuck It (7)__________
|DOWN 1. There are Five in Her Hive (5) __________|
2. I Swear and Don't Care (5)___________
5. Can Spin a Tale, The Size of a Whale (7)_____________
7. Take a Walk, With Hitchcock (6)______________
8. In a Baby Sleeper, So Not to Make Her Cut Deeper (6)_____________
9. Used to Rhyme with Fox, At My Box (5)__________________
11. Counting Others Money, Not Funny (10)_______________
13. Silver Hairs, Favorite MeMe at His Lair (7)_______________
15. Rather Crude Fellow, He Can Bellow (6)_____________
18. It's Time, Not Crime (5)______________
Answers below, away you go!
Ok this one I made rather easy and maybe a tad cheesy, but if you get stuck and down on your luck, just ask for the answer below and I might let you know. Or maybe I'll just keep you in suspense, as your nerves become immense and you just can't get that one word, cursing and flipping me the bird. So there was the third act of my speil, don't I just keep things real? Also I had to put a few letters in the puzzle, as blogger once again was being stupid and needed to be put in a muzzle.
So the Factinary is going stronger than ever, as I got quite clever and am up to 2000 visitors already today, as they come and play, looking at all the acts that have joined the lets Face it Facts. So you should all be getting more notice from your ad, doesn't that make you glad. Anyway after all the work I did on this post, I deserve to sit back and roast, each and every one of you, that comes by my rhyming zoo. So when you are finally through reading my huge mass, you'll still consider me a little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.