Jen R touches my shoulder and she turns both of us into cats: Me Cat and Jen Cat.
Me Cat: wow. i didn't want to live anymore but now i want to live forever!!!
Jen Cat: see? it just takes a new view.
Trinity the cat: my warble sounds like peanut-butter oatmeal.
Talia the cat: let me show you something. see this litter box? why is it inviting?
Me Cat: i can't smell a thing.
Talia: exactly. you bought the Tidy Cat with the "24-Hour Protection" with that odious red on the cover of the container, right? that powerful "odor-blocker" stench is TOXIC to us cats, and it never leaves the area!!! we can't go in a box that smells like THAT!!! we need it to be unscented and neutral, we need to smell JUST OUR POO AND PEE for us to feel comfortable rolling around in that sand dune inside the box. i will say however, the Tidy Cat is SILKY, we GLIDE in that grey sand like we were going downhill in a 4x4 buggy in the Sahara Desert.
Linda Lavin: those funky phat beats in the Alice end-credits music, that was from Sesame Street. Sesame Street used to be cool in the '70s when they had groovy drug deals and Big Bird writing a letter to his landlord...
Jackie Fitzgerald carrying a bouquet of Mother's Day Chrysal flowers: not stoned, crying.
Jen R: not pollen.
Jackie: Clarence: The Lost Tapes, bring the show back. Clarence's mom reminds me of my mom.
Michael Jackson: i own my own gas station. now i can Moonwalk on the roof of this Detroit gas station all day for entertainment, but if you REALLY want gas prices to go down you're gonna have to elect me President.
Nicodemus: you're picturing me in a dark corner of the lobby of the Sherman Oaks Galleria in the '80s sucking on Flintstones vitamins.
Monsignor Navin: i'm the one supplying Nicodemus with the Flintstones vitamins, they're a soft stoning.
Nicodemus: at the St. Cyril's Stations of the Cross on a Thursday at 2PM, empty church.
Sphinx the cat: let's move to the dishwasher. so before you load this sucker up make sure all the mugs in the top shelf have their handles turned INWARD, otherwise the slide will get stuck. we cats have heard all the old horror stories about a bath, but this dishwasher is what we imagine a shower to be, the ultimate nightmare!!!
Mark Hapka: when you make the Victory Sign with your fingers on BOTH hands, that's actually the 11:11.
zucchini fritters: IMPOSSIBLE to make.
Lan Lam: tell me about it, honey.
Deepak Chopra: i speak with a Indian accent, okay? i'm not gay, i don't have a lisp.
Brett Somers: i hated Jonathan Livingston Seagull!!!
Jonathan Livingston Seagull: give me a break, lady!!! that makes me sad, i thought you were my mommy. livingston is British for toilet, that's why i can't fly to Heathrow.
Tim Allen in Home Improvement: i lost two sons. they disappeared. caveman tool guy, how did i become a Disney dad?...
Walt Disney: the Hunchback of Notre Dame...
Blue from Wild Orchid II: in a world of cynical porn where everyone sucks, i chose the innocence of love.
Zalman King: Blue was my greatest creation.
Zalman King's two daughters only WE can carry on the legacy of our father and mother, only WE can write the Red Shoe Diaries reboot. Euphoria sucks.
Cassia Streb: i play the violin in caves, J.G. Quintel helps me out, we have a husband/wife music thing going on like Washed Out.
J.G. Quintel: i was attracted to you because you're Casio Strobe, like an '80s synthesizer concert in lights.
KFC Double Down: we just copied the Kentucky Hot Brown...
Mordecai and Rigby: we live in the workhouse. it's a commune hostel thing. you ever wonder, "wait, where is Mordecai's apartment?" we like video games but we're so poor we can only afford Intellivision...
Yogi Bear: it's cool to live in a park.
Margaret and Eileen: we're the city girlfriends who live in the coffee shop...
Michael J. Fox with a werewolf face: if it's a high school basketball game, there will only ever be 12 people in the bleachers...
Michael Weiss: there must be a measure of forgiveness on Instagram...
Greykid the cat: you're about ready to take out the trash, you put 15 gallons of week-old milk in the trash can rather than the garbage disposal, that's good, don't forever gum up your garbage disposal. but listen: DOUBLE-BAG the trash can carrying all that milk!!! i'm an outdoor cat, i smell the rotten milk coming from your trash bin outside, it's not a pleasant way to sleep at night, you don't get nice cat dreams when you're smelling rotten milk.




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