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Also, one of the little sods (and yes, I am fairly certain who) stole my cinnamon-and-sultana muffin. Out from under the grill, while it was toasting.
I have skinning-knives, and I do know how to use 'em...
[Also, there will be internet plaudits for anyone who identifies the subject line. It's not in quotes, because I may not have it word for word and am not going to check; but if you know it from the source, you'll know it anyway.]
I have skinning-knives, and I do know how to use 'em...
[Also, there will be internet plaudits for anyone who identifies the subject line. It's not in quotes, because I may not have it word for word and am not going to check; but if you know it from the source, you'll know it anyway.]
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Date: 2008-08-08 01:09 pm (UTC)Your cats really do eat some bizarre things. I thought ours were weirdos, but yours take the cake. Literally.
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Date: 2008-08-08 03:50 pm (UTC)We had a cat eat the cake while we were at college - but it at least was cooling on the worktop, not still grilling.
The quasi-quoted headline sounds Shakespeare/ Revenge Tragedy if that's vague enough to count?
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Date: 2008-08-08 04:11 pm (UTC)Nah, long way off. About 250 years later, this is. (And it's very obscure, so don't feel bad; it just stuck in my head long ago, the first time I read it, and behold: in my head it still is...)