kill this thread

Like spoons in the litter Box......these are the days of your life....bang bang bang ....get one....lol:biggrin1:

The sun rose slowly, like a fiery furball coughed up uneasily onto a sky-blue carpet by a giant unseen cat.

eh, i love my cat, altho---i'm not the spoon in the litter. :) :) :) :)
 
as Willliam Faulkner said
"in the heart of every southern boy, it is a hot July day on Seminary Ridge, and this time we might just make it"
 
The past is never dead. It's not even past.---William Faulkner

and, this thread is not dead.