Celebrating the Genteel Art of Letter-Writing
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!
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.
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....
Just dropping in while I am on vacation. HI
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
10:20 PM