I love PostModern Debunker. But she misbehaves too much. She needs to learn.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, Haaaaaaaaaaa, Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....you have won me over big time.
Oh how cruel of you MM.
It's not fair, I can see your point, but it's still very amusing.
Yes, my poor sis. I am sure she will get over it. After all, she is always misbehavin' and such.
I can't stop giggling at my desk.
Hey...I ain't misbehavin'!!! I've been locked in the trunk of your f******** car for the last three hours...beeeatch. Stop spreading your hateful, modernistic drivel around.
And MM, couldn't you at least put the photo of me with the bonnet up? I mean, this one is just not the best. And you know I've been better since you started giving me Science Diet.
PD, stop making excuses. You know your sister had to lock you in the car because you wouldn't stop biting her leg and beating your hopeless peg against the door. It was so irritating. Please don't take offense, you just need to do what you are told. It's really for your own good.
Yes your fur is much softer now that we have switched dog food brands. And the bonnet does look quite fetching on you. But this is the raw truth of our love.
I just pissed all over her leg...and her new Jimmy Chews!
BAD PD!!! HEEL!!!
Arggggggggggh, I mean, GrrrrrrrrrrrI'll heel if you promise not to show sis your stick.
Oh shit, you little mutt! These Chews cost me $800 dollars!
Hey chick...don't make fun of the way I talk.
I will wield my stick as I please PD. You know that. I promise to give you your Snausage treats that you love so much if you will just stop drooling and panting.
Someone play with me.
Okay, Okay, okay. Whew. I think Modernista is in the bathroom popping Valium.
But I can give you all the oxy and Jack you want MM. No need to get it from Modernista--no need to get any of "it" from her.
ok PD. It's a subhuman deal.
wow, MM. you must care a lot about PD to send her to obedience school. That's great. It is a testament to the bond that you share.
Hi Krix. Do you really think he cares about me?? i love to MM--and I aint never been in love before.
I am jealous of their bond. I will have to bite and scratch in response. How is your throat, Krixter?
Timmy--watch out as I am not fully trained yet.
I am heavy lidded and sleepy. Is it ok to nap at one's desk?
pd, i feel as riled up as you look in this photo. I trust that you agree flesh biting is the new way of life for all. There is so much foam piling up inside my throat I am gagging. I believe you must be let loose to perform duties of retaliation. MM, can PD be trained to only bite the correct individuals? My butler could ride side saddle perhaps?
That is a good idea. To put PD to good use. I know some people (I hate referring to them as people) who could use a plenty rough biting.
i am blogging tho I may get put down for it.Fairy, I am willing to learn the evilness that people do..and to do it to evil people.
I will not allow you to be put down, although you are clearly shirking.
I have just gotten my existential crisis on. I am internally lonely. there is no respite.
Cheer up Jesse's girl. How bad can it be? You are wanted by 2 guys and one of them used to be real hot (Rick Springfield).
Why don't you get high?
I am chilled to the bone due to under-use. I am angry and lonely too.
I'd love to get high with you MM. Let's do some goofballs and feel happier.
I am high. Here is what I am takingseroquelwellbutrinbusbarvaliumdepacote
I like this picture. I am interested in taking a bite.
Bleet. Lets do it. I like many things. but mostly ups
I am taking zoloft, xanax, ultracet, soma, ambien and vicodin.
wow@! she has quite the cocktail. How do you walk?
You have no foregone any of my conclusions have you? Are you excited about the upcoming partnering of yourself and Ham Paw tomorrow?
It's tough to function. Sometimes I fall asleep at work. I feel floaty I guess, but also jittery and my jaw hurts.
I can't wait to see my darling Ham of Paw.
I am going to punch you in the stomach J's girl, so you forget about your jaw troubles.
I feel floaty from having trained PD so furiously today. Now when I say HEEL!! She heels.
I am super EXCITED!Old age is creepy though. I'm creeped out by myself.
Where is my pawlet????
I am preparing tinctures and cutlets.
MM you are a young man, still. Don't fear the turning of leaves and the onslaught of reality.
I have oils for anointing
Oh HP!!!! Delight upon delight!!!!
Tomorrow I will be renewed! I will be anointed with oil!
I need it, as you know. I have many things I have been saving for you too.
There are warming clothes for weary eyes. The celebration ceremony is long in duration. There is a fire.
The fire is removes the dross of the heart. The supernatural burning of evils in the nail bed. The nails are subsequently pinked while the toenails are blackened from firey productions of the processions for enlightenment. Prepare tonight with abstaining.
What are you saving? Are you saving your nail clippings as requested?
Yes yes Ham Paw. I see you are channeling the oracular advancing.
I have saved my nail clippings and stray hairs. I have ceased all manual explorations.
I am very positive emotion-feeling about tomorrow for MM and Ham Paw. I anticipate mutual benefit and growth for others. The fire will unite oppositions and induce acoustic coupling.
The nail bed is the scene of many foulnesses as the dirt of the earth is in contact without the cleansing sensations for the treatments. War is said to be the confluence of the nailbeds joining with the tongues of enemies becoming equal in the hateful exemptions of toerations oppositions. Once the nail beds are cleansed the fingers are restful yet malingering continues through the continuation of touching ones privacy in the acts of loneliness trainings. The celibates are purest only if their fingers and nails are restful in the laps of contentments.
Mine are restful in the laps, Ham Paw. Everything is alterating.
I am thinking of becoming celebate, Ham Paw, it's not too late to give up the stick, right?
Further refinements are in appearance from the acoustic ransacking in a gentle manner. Toes and nailbeds unite with tongues without malice.
A ceremonial protection is induced through oils of lavender and tinctures without the cares of the worldly privacies. One must give over to the continents of Asia. This continent is moving and closerand the world drifts to join the nails. For this reason sanitations are conducted as scrapings and cuttings are collected. COntinue the work.
PD!!! I am so sad. Please become celibate only for a few days, then come back to my lap with the restful toenails.
Are these the end times? Are you prophesying?
I do not want to go on my appointed rounds. I want to hide from the rotund one.
PD, your time is coming. krixfort is first at this time. She is readying herself with self love in the treatments to remove desirous thought process in conjunction to corn productions. There are food prohibitions. Grains are forbidden.PD, your time is coming. Step back to step forward.
These times are ending.
Ham Paw, I am barely there. I have removed my clothes at work again and am nude at my desk. I will tell people, I am wearing the clothes of my beliefs.
We take a vow that does not allow stick whiffing or stick licking.
I am ready to continue ending to witness the fires made of ice and gas. Moisture is exuding from my brain activity, gel is the residue of thought left behind.
I am exacting a revenge upon krixfort that is harsh and firey. Who is this Ham of Paw. I think it is next in line.
Not even whole grains? Okay, I will eat flesh only and wait for the hop scotch directive. Krix can learn along with me.
Throat, you are second in line to me. I have caused the necessity of soreness in Krixfort's basal region. She will re-emerge.
PD is learning disabled--just look at her! She was born without an endoplasmic reticulum.
Krixiebelle????? Krixter???? Please align yourself according to Paw made from Ham.
Excellent! The air conditioner in here is cooling my parts! My chest hair is blowing. I am dusting off my belly button with my dust spray can. Its cool.
Nor a fully functioning rectum!! But she sure is a sweetheart.
I am thrashing myself down the hallways to find the next chosen patty to collide with. Who is freshest?
rectum... Krixfort. What does yours look like?
Please denigrate the licentious with pepper spray.
Krixfort's rectum looks like a cookie.
Krixfort is favored though the practice forbids.
What type of cookie?
it looks like hhhhhggggg. ow. cough cough.
krixy! are you okay?
I am readying myself for annointment with oils. Even though I have had setbacks today, I am prepared for the future of my destiny and the hop scotch pattern.
I thought it looked like a trefoil girl scout cookie when i saw it.
That sounds nice.
I have given up whole grains and have only consumed flesh for days. Far be it from me to question things but I believe this has put me in a weakened state at the subatomic level. But I do not doubt the ministrations of Ham Paw. I will continue to follow orders and obey.
I AM Jittery with happiness for your initiation MM!
Trefoil cookie? I will have to take MMs word for it as I have yet to become as aquainted with it as he.
I must take leave once again. I am being bedded in the hair of the goose and down, with soothing strains of piano playing softly in the background. It is for the resting. I will practice no self enhancements. I will be ready for tomorrow. I will drink the syrup that fights alertness and the loud expulsions that seem to explode from my chest. All will be as it was soon.
Oh, oils are involved? Hmm, I am lubricant shy.
Hey, I'll tell you what's fair around here
do you have any grapes MM? I could use a grape.
this PD may have rabies...I need to give her a shot soon or she will infect you all.
PD! Shoot her!
I took care of that joker. He won't be shooting anyone now. I am sick of people putting me down today, grrrrrrrrrrrrrr
I heart you PD.
I heart you more, MM, with all of the intensity I can muster.
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