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Ha, ha. Kat π©. π½ππ |
Here is a syllogism.Β
Major premise: Kats are full of π©.Β
Minor premise: Β Jeff is a Kat.Β
Conclusion: ππ©π |
Note his syntax. We know the Tiger by his stripes. ππ©π |
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What a self inflated balloon of hot air. ππ©
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Nothing like the odor of fresh Kat π© to kill an appetite. π |
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Better do what the man says, Andy. π§ββοΈ |
Better do what the man says, Kitty. π |
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Thatβs all he has in his head. ππ© |
Nothing worse than the smell of Kat π© in the morning....π |
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ππ©. Get thee behind me.Β
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Uh, we donβt do metaphysics, here, just Kat π©.Β |
Dialectical materialism, or the angle of the dangle is....ππ© |
Lee Deforest quote: ππ©π€§ |
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Ha, ha! Β A lawyer dies and stands before St. Peter, who sits at a high desk with the big book. The lawyer says he wants to be admitted to heaven, and St. Peter says you must answer one question, truthfully. The lawyer smiles. St. Peter says how old are you, and the lawyer replies, 76. St. Peter flips through the big book, screws up his face, and says according to your billing sheets you are 105!
ππ©π·π€§π |
So, a quack engineer dies and goes to Hades, where, because he is such a quack, he is given his choice of tortures. Room after room he rejects as too awful. Finally, Satan shows him to a room where people are standing in crap up to their chins, drinking coffee. Ah, Iβll take this one says the quack! Β Satan hands the quack an empty cup, shoves him into the crap and shouts excitedly, βCoffee break is over, heads down!β
ππ©π·π€§ππ |
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There are very few criminal defense lawyers. The defense bar, on the civil side, is quite large. Hisssssss! Β |
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He who enter here....ππ©ππ© |
ππ©=ππ©ππ·π€§π±πΉ
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Yes, a farting demon as it were, thus the analogy.Β |
ππ©π·π€§ππ©π½π
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ππ©=ππ©ππ
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All the π mewling sound and fury reminds me of another venue.Β
Leave it to Dante.
ma prima avea ciascun la lingua stretta
coi denti, verso lor duca, per cenno;
ed elli avea del cul fatto trombetta. Β
(Inf. 21.137-39)
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The compass points at Kitty. ππ©
He is a habitual offender, and can expect to get as good as he gets.Β
How is that for a bearing to the station, for a non-precision approach. ππ©π |
Uncle Remus just puked. ππ© |
ππ©=ππ©
That is no bluebird on your shoulder, Kitty. π± |
Esse est percipe. Meeeeow! |
To paraphrase the opβs question, does Kitty Kat need to be burned in to frame a rational hypothesis? Β π€. ππ©=ππ©π |
Ha, ha! Β ππ©π·ππ€§π |
Ha, ha! Β I love peaches, hamburgers and buses, but ππ©, not so much. Letβs see, where did I put that gunny sack....ππ€¦πΌββοΈπ£ββοΈπ³ |
I am the Paraclete of Caborca.Β |