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Kitty said…
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Dear Blogger,
My only happiness in life is reading this blog. If you do not help my friend Susie soon, I will be forced to hack into your datacenter and post close up pics of my cellulite on your blogger toolbar. Flag this you bitches.
Oh ya, and f**k google too.
That is all.
Love,
Kitty
Who needs my posts when you have my commenters? What? Oh, yea, without posts I don’t get any comments. Doh!
That is so heartfelt it brings a tear to my eye.
That’s right, Kitty – Fuck google! And the high horse it rode in on!
Don’t get me started on Google’s Mom!
Google’s mom is a slut.
My sentiments exactly!
BWAH-hahahahahahaha!
Hee.
Kitty! Such language!
Hahahahahaha…GREAT!
Go Kitty! You rock, girl!
After reading that letter, I don’t wonder at all why Squirl is Kittay’s secret love slave.
I’m missing something here. Bloglines has saved me so much time; I rarely go back to read through comments now…
Why the Google hate? I’d rather kick some popup and spam comment ass.
Genteel indeed.
Kitty rocks!
Bucky, what the crap are you writing in here now? Didn’t think I’d see did you?
Ha ha – laughing wildly at Kitty’s comment…I am no longer blogging under the flag thanks to Laurenbove…
I say Google’s mother wears combat boots and smokes cigarellos.
Squirl, uh, er, um…heh heh heh..
Why, I never thought you’d find me trash talkin’ you HERE!
I guess a sister just knows…
*rofl*
How perfectly put. Anything I could add would only tarnish its beauty.
So, ditto.
(Sung to the tune of Prissy-Prissy:) Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty-Kittay! You’re so very, very kitty-kittay!
OK, done with that now. Thank you for indulging me….
Wait, I thought I was Squirls secret love slave?!??! Jeebus. Now I’m going to have to figure out how to tie her up on that mattress bobsled.
This whole role changing is giving me motion sickness. I’m going back to guys man, this is too much work.
Just dropping in while I am on vacation. HI