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Woo-wah Hur-rah hey Zach, Is this thing funny or not? It’s mid-March already and I’m still sad and fat but hey, I’ve got a cat all slick black with one white spot Woo-wah Hur-rah hey Zach? Bet you saw (well did you?) its street-smart jaw ****** a New York City pigeon’s dirty-ass wing oh man, that coil sling cat jumped forward I screamed as he clung to his prized catch my cat, it swings and wrings the things that fly all around our terrace Holy Mackerel, did you see that? almost gave me the shiver to see him jump so high, that little cat testing death for a taste of pigeon pie (or fries) whichever suits his fancy Hey Zach, catch that- there’s a small cat on the 2nd floor waiting for a Ramsey Gordon worthy dish, Doors and windows can’t hole him in, And I fear it’s a meal he might literally fall for. Hur-rah, fupa? Or maybe something less…you know. My cat lunged like a living sling-shot almost over the railing Pigeon-pied eyed, without a thought **** testing death Hey, Zach? Isn’t that funny?
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Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 10:38 PM UTC
Pigeon Pie (or Fries)
Woo-wah Hur-rah hey Zach, Is this thing funny or not? It’s mid-March already and I’m still sad and fat but hey, I’ve got a cat all slick black with one white spot Woo-wah Hur-rah hey Zach? Bet you saw (well did you?) its street-smart jaw ****** a New York City pigeon’s dirty-ass wing oh man, that coil sling cat jumped forward I screamed as he clung to his prized catch my cat, it swings and wrings the things that fly all around our terrace Holy Mackerel, did you see that? almost gave me the shiver to see him jump so high, that little cat testing death for a taste of pigeon pie (or fries) whichever suits his fancy Hey Zach, catch that- there’s a small cat on the 2nd floor waiting for a Ramsey Gordon worthy dish, Doors and windows can’t hole him in, And I fear it’s a meal he might literally fall for. Hur-rah, fupa? Or maybe something less…you know. My cat lunged like a living sling-shot almost over the railing Pigeon-pied eyed, without a thought **** testing death Hey, Zach? Isn’t that funny?
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Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 10:38 PM UTC
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