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The DOG? The forty-five pound dog stashed the insoles underneath the
200 pound ancient yellow sleeper-sofa that my grandmother gave me? She
turned into a mist and flowed into the inch high space beneath said
behemoth of a sofa in order to implicate her housemates, the weasels?
(The dog, not my grandmother.) I suppose that the three pets could have
issues of which I am unaware.
Or was it unsupervised rubber-loving inch-wide weasels.
You be the judge.
I think we are having a problem with the flow of intelligence within the
FLO pipeline. I suspect a mole, or possibly a rat. Some furry four
legged mammal with a high metabolism.
Alexandra in Massachusetts
Switch the Kit: "Can I climb out of this flame retardant suit yet?"
Sabrina the Bat-Biter: "Yes, and put the bulldozer key back where
you found it. Now."
[Posted in FML issue 3858]
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