Have you ever walked into a bar where the bartender says, “Hey, we don’t serve convicted felons,” and you open your mouth to protest only to follow his pointing finger to a dusty wall with a giant WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE poster with your ugly mug on it?
Oh my God – me too!!! We should be Facebook friends!
So anyway, I went to St. Martin the other day to wind down, calm down, and lie down. And I don’t know if this is an island thing, a French thing, or a backgammon thing, but there were animals all over the place, whether it was an iguana on the road…
a rooster in the graveyard…
or goats in the French Quarter…
but we were inundated. And no more so than where my travel buddy and I were staying. Our villa was littered with kitties and puppies. It was raining cats and dogs. We were….we were….I can’t think of any more bad puns, so let me just show you, okay?
Here kitty kitty…
The fluff ball was just hanging out in the bushes. No mom. No brothers and sisters. How does THAT happen?
And then this guy showed up on our doorstep and never left except to go to the bathroom…
His ear was mangled and he often laid (lie? lay? lied? line?) around with his tongue positioned in varying degrees of “hanging out”.
Yes, his ear was mangled and his tail was broken…
And no matter how much fine French cuisine leftovers and milk we fed him, he wouldn’t go away.
You know we named him Van Gogh, right?
Coincidentally, I happened to be reading Christopher Moore’s Sacre Bleu, a novel set in Paris which kicks off with the kicking off of Van Gogh. As in “muhhduhh”. It’s hysterical and I highly recommend it. Nearly every famous painter hanging out in Paris at that time is in there, and Moore, as usual, is a genius.
So anyway Van Gogh –the cat, not the murdered painter– wouldn’t leave. Not even when this dog showed up…
Or this dog…
I’m telling you, it was a zoo over there.
Anyway, I don’t expect you to sit through 15 minutes of my vacation (yes I do), but in the highly unlikely event you want to see my attempt at a St. Martin slideshow/movie/humorous caption sequence, it’s all here:
Here’s the link to my vacation movie, in case the above embedded video doesn’t appear.
So, what are your plans for the Summer? And does it involve goat butts, er, I mean, derrieres?
































Getting Back at Spammers
Exacting true and just revenge on spammers is impossible. And while I desire to maim them swiftly and severly, it’s mostly illegal in this country. They are pesky flies that won’t die and you swat and flail and miss. And exhaust yourself to endless frustration.
That’s why I like to mock the ever-lovin’ snot out of them whenever and however I can.
Take for example this comment I got recently which got in my craw, so rather than deleting the comment, I responded…
And then I removed the link to their bogus “make money online” scammy spammy ugly icky seedy website, because that’s why these jerkwads comment in the first place. For that insidious back link. Not on my blog, you bozo.
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