feline game: attacking guitar strings
3Pictures ?
Marsupialized wrote:The last time I saw her, she had some Jewish bullshit going on
ubercat wrote:You're fucking cock-tease aren't you, you little minx.
feline game: attacking guitar strings
4CRAP. My cat won't settle for the used strings, noooo! She has to go for the new ones right after I decoil them.
iembalm wrote:Can I just point out, Rick, that this rant is in a thread about a cartoon?
feline game: attacking guitar strings
5They like to nom on the leftover part above the nut. I don't want them poking holes in their moufs.
tocharian wrote:Cheese fries vs nonexistence. Duh.
feline game: attacking guitar strings
7This thread needs more mp3s.
Twenty-four hours a week, seven days a month
feline game: attacking guitar strings
8My Kitty does this also, but then if the guitar makes a sound she gets scared and runs away, only to come back and restart the whole process. Its really cute...
Ty Webb wrote:
You need to stop pretending that this is some kind of philosophical choice not to procreate and just admit you don't wear pants to the dentist.
feline game: attacking guitar strings
9and I thought it was just my cat. He would come running as soon as he heard the strings unwind.
How about this one, your cat decides to piss on your speaker cab. I knew something smelled bad, but I did not know exactly what till the poor sound guy was miking the cab. Little fucker
How about this one, your cat decides to piss on your speaker cab. I knew something smelled bad, but I did not know exactly what till the poor sound guy was miking the cab. Little fucker
feline game: attacking guitar strings
10my beast shows no interest whatsoever in the strings but will occasionally show a polite interest in the music produced thereof.
to her eternal credit she shows disdain for the widdly-widdle produced by my metalhead kids, but seems to appreciate the finer points of melodic hardcore rythm work that i produce.
what a lovely, sensible bag of fluff she is.
to her eternal credit she shows disdain for the widdly-widdle produced by my metalhead kids, but seems to appreciate the finer points of melodic hardcore rythm work that i produce.
what a lovely, sensible bag of fluff she is.
As a youth I used to weep in butcher's shops