Friday Kitteh Blogging! October 31, 2008
Posted by littlebangtheory in Love and Death.Tags: Dick and Jane, dog, duck
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Spot loves Duckitteh.
Spot chases Duckitteh.
Run, Spot, run!
Run, run, run!
Spot catches Duckitteh.
Hump, Spot, hump!
Hump, hump, hump!
– With apologies to National Lampoon, whose early 70’s parody of Fun With Dick and Jane caught me at a particularly vulnerable moment and left me on the floor in a fetal position, drooling in silent laughter.
…and no, I wasn’t lucky enough to take that picture myself.
Little Bang Theory 
Well, as usual, you’ve made my day! I do refuse to admit whether I ended up on the floor in a fetal position, but I did drool a bit and my laughter wasn’t silent!
Thanks
I remember that issue of the Lampoon. “Bark went Spot. Fart went puff. Come Dick, come. See what I have in the box. Can you tell what I have in the box? Why yes. I can tell what you have in the box. It’s a one eyed bearded clam. Yes Dick it’s a one eyed bearded clam.”
Tschuss!
And where were you on Sunday morning? I knocked and rang for several minutes. No answer.
Sleeping. Neither you nor my alarm clock did the trick.
I’m trying again tomorrow, it could be good if we get some clouds in here. Are you around?
….oh, and I’m impressed. Don’t know too many people who would admit to remembering that, if they ever knew it! 🙂
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Dude. You forgot a line.
Run, Duckitteh, run.
Run like the goddamned wind, Duckitteh.
Yeah, looks like Duckitteh forgot that one, too!
I wonder if it’s too late to Fly United?
oh! ; )
Well…. fuck a duck as the saying goes.
When I was growing up, my friend had a dog that was basically trained to fuck you. All you had to do was get down on all fours and pat your backside and Pepi would mount and fuck.
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Um, neat trick, how often did this actually happen????
When I was a little boy, just starting school, we had a dog named Penny. Penny was an Afghan hound, a boy, and horny as hell. And he LOVED us little kids, ’cause we loved our doggy and wanted to pet him.
Which of course sent the Poor Beastie over the top, and he’d chase whoever was nearest around, trying like hell to mount us, and none of us, young as we were, feeling quite ok with it. Especially the part where Penny, easily our size, was trying to rub his engorged penis against our backsides.
Thank God for pants.
My mom or dad (or maybe it was my brother) tried to explain it to us as, “Penny wants to dance with you.”
Nice try, but I wasn’t buying it. I felt like saying, “Sorry, Penny, but I don’t dance that way.”
That may be my earliest awareness that I didn’t want anything going up my ass.
Sometimes I wonder if this early encounter with sex may have determined my heterosexuality.
I’m gonna post this as a Blog Question.
Heh… I wonder what the offspring looked like?
I don’t know, but I bet it eats shit in the rain.