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RAT MEME, RAT MEME, RAT MEME!
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theme song "Rat Meme" popular television series, 1966
Yes, todays' meme is brought to you by Frobishers' Fun Pages!! Stop on by and succumb to the high-wattage SEXAY, won't you?
The sole directive of this meme is that I post up a picture of the view outside my kitchen window.
However, in a surprise move I have opted NOT to snap due north; no, we've all seen the ghettofabulous view of Abbotsford out that side of Rancho FirstNations.
Screw Canada. To hell with Canada. I'm sick and fricken tired of Canada always being there like some kind of a big elephant or something with pennies and dimes taped all over its forehead, complaining about the cyborgs, the sandworms and and the constant maddening monotonous whine of unseen military aircraft, devouring lint, acting like their money is all cool, 'oo, we have pretty COLORS! oo, we have a picture of the QUEEN!', filled with cheese and the eaters of cheese; the purveyors of cheese and the cheese oriented also dwelling therein.
They live there.
With their cheese.
No, this time I'm going to aim the MiniMuk 3000 SpyCam out the kitchen window here on my port side and reveal:
A BIGASS ROCK WITH A TOY EXCAVATOR ON IT!
Yes, this bigass rock was here when we moved in. It has been placed conveniently so that those attempting to 'visit unexpectedly' might have a solid place to step on their way in or out the side window.
Aha, but I have outfoxed potential miscreants thusly:
Yes, crime-deterrent ROOFLEEKS have been cleverly planted in the bucket of the little excavator placed atop the bigass rock; a surefire way to repel all would-be breakers and enterers! Avast ye, buttheads! Foist the mains'ls! Jibber the midshipmen!
And to those skeptics out there I say to you HA UPON YOUR SO CALLED SKEPTICISM WHICH IS MAKE MY LAUGHING HAVE!
It's worked so far.
Slightly to the left of the bigass rock we have the site of the future bigass Hosta clump. This is where I need MJ to come and barf . Right here on this spot.
No the hosta is not up yet, just take my word for it; it's there. Right in the very exact middle of this picture right HERE. It is tired. It is SLEEPING.
The last time this hosta ever lived up to it's promise is when my Biker chucked his lunch out the window above here, seemingly unable to rise from his pew in the Church of the Holy CRT, so enslaved was he by the sirens' song of the innerknot. He
Here is some gratuitous Goonybird.
Yes, he seems merely to be sleeping the sleep of the young and goony, but young Alfred Jarry here is actually experiencing a hyperaware dormant state wherein he receives information from his home planet at a nearly astronomical rate of speed! Yes, his seemingly random bursts of expostulation are actually attempts to reveal this superconcentrated, vital knowledge to a bemused mankind!
Do you perchance have a digital camera thingie? Hell, do you have a rasty old edition of 'Paint'? Either get to clickin', or simply limber up that mouse and get depictin'! Post up the view outside YOUR kitchen window today! This means YOU, NOSHIT.