You Are My Minions: Peace in Our Time

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Peace in Our Time

War is over. Happy Christmas. War is over, now. Hello Hitler and Hello Kitty Rave Whore have done their jobs and can go back in their little boxes now.

We now return to regularly scheduled programming.

6 comments:

ilse said...: "Merry Christmas, PussyTits"?; 9:42 AM
Sasha said...: I have to admit that that is disturbing.; 10:06 AM
Dweeze said...: Is that the new line of kitten bras?

You know what's disturbing? Changing your account name to your real name and then seeing your real name in comments everywhere. I may need to go back to Dweeze.; 1:12 PM
Dweeze said...: There - I did go back to Dweeze!; 1:16 PM
Jolene said...: I object to the tagging of this post as "bunnies". It's deceptive. I see no bunnies here. What if, years down the road, long after this post has slipped off the main page, someone comes along looking for posts about bunnies, and they click the bunnies tag, and get this?

Also, I worry about that woman in the picture. What if that kitten decides to flex its claws, as cats are wont to do? That's a disaster waiting to happen.; 3:27 PM
Anonymous said...: I wonder how long she had to nurse the sweet little thing before it fell asleep.; 7:20 PM

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Sunday, March 16, 2008

Peace in Our Time

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