Actually, Shiner has two black eyes. He wanted to be named "Bruiser" but we thought that was a little much. This picture was taken in his "bun cave". That's where he goes when he gets fed up with the rest of us. We didn't know he had a two-way radio in there.
Shiner is radioing up for permission to set the planet on self destruct and return to the mother ship ... hoomins are worthless and beyond training or improvement.
"Calling for immediate extraction, over. I have triangulated my position for visual -- I don't know how long I can hold out, over. There are only three kinds of leafy greens, two water bottles, my litter box and a half full hay rack, and a banana that is not ripe enough -- so, I may not make it, cough, through the night, over."
Fabulous posts, everyone! Seriously snorting and helpless with poorly suppressed laughter over here! Checking this site while at work is just too risky with you around!
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...and over and over and over, again and again.
You know how he got that name, right? Word to the wise, keep your face away from those back feet, people.
@ J...LOL I just had that happen to me this weekend. Still have the scratches and bruised cheek. Talk about being a stoopid hoomin.
Actually, Shiner has two black eyes. He wanted to be named "Bruiser" but we thought that was a little much. This picture was taken in his "bun cave". That's where he goes when he gets fed up with the rest of us. We didn't know he had a two-way radio in there.
Bruiser, Mob enforcer, hitbun. He'll break your thumbs and kneecaps. Fuhgedabowdit.
Shiner is radioing up for permission to set the planet on self destruct and return to the mother ship ... hoomins are worthless and beyond training or improvement.
Shiner has been demoted and assigned to the Hoomin Surveillance Unit, stuck watching the bipeds doing deeply uninteresting things.
Shiner must be one tired bun communicator by now.
*Shiner, this is central command. Request rating of idiocy. Over.*
*Copy that, Shiner. Grass skirt, knee high tock warmers, and a sweater professing plans to conquer more doors with paw bling. Over.*
*Trying to binkie to an odd thump sound coming from the bad-bunny-don't-dig-there-that's-expensive-box. Launching second squadron in retaliation.
Confirmed.
Prepare for the Buns of War, stoopid hooman, for this day you shall know the ~wrath~ of all Bun-kind! Over.*
"Calling for immediate extraction, over. I have triangulated my position for visual -- I don't know how long I can hold out, over. There are only three kinds of leafy greens, two water bottles, my litter box and a half full hay rack, and a banana that is not ripe enough -- so, I may not make it, cough, through the night, over."
"And if I have endure one more 'Family Fun' night of Dance Revolution and karaoke, I won't be responsible for the carnage... over!"
Fabulous posts, everyone! Seriously snorting and helpless with poorly suppressed laughter over here! Checking this site while at work is just too risky with you around!
... me thinks the black fuz around Shiner's eyes are there to reduce the glare coming off the stupid hoomins. It's rather blinding.
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