Monday, June 28, 2010

I'm Here, but I Still Have a Motherfucking Deadline

I wanted you regular motherfuckers to know that I am still under a damn deadline here at work, and I will be back in a more full-time mode, beginning on Thursday of this week. D-Day on the damn deadline is Wednesday.

Also today, my ass is not very coherent, due to insomnia and the cats on crack parade that took place in my bedroom last night. I got three hours at best. SB was ready to kill a feline bitch with the squirt bottle last night! When I saw the inefficacy of squirting water as a deterrent, I resorted to throwing the damn water bottle at the motherfuckers. I even threw a chair down the damn stairs to try and keep the hairy fuckers on the lower level of the house. That shit was SCARY. Also, that shit didn't intimidate the moggies one iota. Stubborn fucks.

Hope all of youse are having a better day than all of me.

Your grouchy motherfucking blog host in gloomy Buttfuck,



downtown guy said...

Hell, they probably thought you were playing with them. Next time you see one taking a nap, sneak up on it and yell real loud!

Sarcastic Bastard said...

The Viking sometimes does that shit in vengeance. Laugh.

Love you, bro.

Mel's Way or No Way said...

I've got one here that after 8 years still thinks we live on a night shift schedule. Expect a meowing package from Fed-Ex...she will fit right in. :D

Sarcastic Bastard said...


Ms. Moon said...

I hope you are feeling better by now. Try spraying your cats with Benedryl instead of water. Just a thought.

Kathleen Scott said...

Oof. We've taken to shutting out the tigers and only letting Harry in (who is doing very well, by the way). Denny says the tigers howl outside the door. I sleep through it and I'm going to get Denny some earplugs. Easier than trying to train the cats.

Syd said...

That's okay. I woke up to dog shit on one of the oriental rugs because the cats opened the door and one of the greyhounds went into the parlor and took a big one. Not my favorite thing to deal with in the morning.

Sarcastic Bastard said...

I like the way you think. Yes, poor Denny needs some damn ear plugs. Glad Harry is thriving.

Nothing like a relaxing retirement, huh Dude? Laugh.

Love you both.