Apparently, having a kitty is some sort of time honored internets tradition in some parts. I guess my idea of posting pictures of cattle mutilations was somewhat on topic, but I thought the kitty missiles was funny. Now, I see that we were just being lame, copy kitty, tradolinquent, bran muffins.
Well, that's just great. Maybe I will just sit here and sulk or something. Oleki bango says we should launch a preemptive strike and blow the fuck out of some conservablog jackass, but that has gotten mighty old. I acknowledge the fact that it has only gotten old because other people do it so much better than I. But there is one arena in which I can still compete:
After all, I live in the City of Cobaggy Delights. I shall now abuse this residence. I am meeting up with "thecobagitator" this weekend and I plan on using the leftover signs from fulsome's visit and some new signs.
I do this is for really only one reason: I like winning contests. I guess that means I deserve a 'baggie nomination, but since those will never be awarded--oh, I just got that joke. Anyway, I wonder when the prizes from the first header contest will be sent?
By the way, the song is about me.