Hopefully they'll hunker down wherever they've been hiding. I can only imagine what tonight is going to be like for them. The fireworks have been going off sporadically for the past few nights, and the cats have been skittish. But I haven't seen the kittens yet and I'm starting to worry. Four regulars and a couple of visitors, and one of my regulars just had kittens despite my best efforts. I get massively stoned and go outside with a pair of binoculars and a lawn chair, it's awesome.īut in August of last year I became responsible for a small colony of feral cats. One night a year of stellar pandemonium, rocket launchers going off all around me, the sky alight with glorious hubris. So every year my neighborhood literally explodes from about five PM until the fireworks start, and then starts up afterwards and goes well past midnight.Īnd I love it. We're near Sentinel Peak, also known as A Mountain, where the official city fireworks display is launched. Posted by Halloween Jack at 10:55 AM on July 4 Hey, the eighteen-inch pianist is here every few nights maybe you two could form a team or something?" "Well, I gotta know." He pauses, then says, "I guess that I'll be back eventually, right?" The guy with the negligible noggin covers his face with his hands, then stands up. Sometimes, a horse walks in, stays for a few minutes, then leaves sometimes he leaves in tears because there's a guy who's hung better than him. The only thing that distinguishes it is the jukebox, which is stocked only with songs that you have on the tip of your tongue and can never quite name, and the clientele. Every place that looks like it's been closed for years, but is still open, somehow. It's every bar that doesn't have a visible name, just a beer sign. the hell? What did you put in this drink?" "When did you come here? What day of the week is it? What year?" is it my delivery?"īartender shakes his head. Guy with the little head seethes some more, then says to the bartender, "I don't get it. The other guy shrugs, gets up, and leaves. The priest goes down to give them last rites, a nun walks up to him and says, she says, 'Father, who was that man?' Priest says, 'I dunno, but his face sure rings a bell.' She goes, 'What about that other man?' Priest goes, 'I dunno, but he's a dead ringer for his brother.' The other one starts double-timing it, then he hits a bell sideways and likewise goes splatto. They alternate, then one of them hits the bell sideways, the belfry has open sides, he falls to his death. Then his twin does the same for another bell. He asks them to ring the changes, one of them jumps up and hits the bell with his forehead. Neither one of them has arms, so the priest, you know, they don't get a lot of laughs, he figures he's gotta see this. Priest needs someone to ring the bells on Sunday, puts an ad in the paper, gets twins coming in to try out for the job. I-Guess-I've-Heard-'Em-All, try this one on for size. The guy with the perfectly-formed head about the size of a grapefruit seethes for a few seconds, then turns to the other guy, an entirely unconvincing smile plastered on his face. The other guy says, "Heard you the first time, pal", and drains his drink. See, I got three wishes from a genie, and she was really hot, and she did in fact say that I could wish for anything, so-" He takes a long look at the guy next to him, sighs, and says, "But look, Mac, I ain't got microcephaly proper. Guy next to him says, "I mean, it's a heck of a story and all, but you know, some people, they just got microcephaly, and I wasn't gonna say anything." "And so then I says to her, I says, 'how about a little head?'"
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