Archive for November, 2007

What I’ve learned from cats

  1. New shoes are the natural repository for cats to vomit into
  2. Your current reading material is the most comfortable place to take a nap
  3. There is no cupboard door made that cannot be pried open with a paw
  4. The ideal surface for removing clingy cat litter from paws is a laptop keyboard
  5. If it can be clawed apart, it will be. If it was meant to be clawed apart, it will be ignored.
  6. Catnip is exciting sure, but houseplants, now that’s a real rush.
  7. Some of the scultpures in the litterbox Zen garden are deemed too important to be buried and must be shared with others
  8. Open windows must be ignored until the exact second they are closed, at which time, their intrinsic value is intantly recognized
  9. Chin scratching is an act which must have no ending or time limit. Ever.
  10. What have you learned from cats?

Getting rid of unwanted holiday guests

When the holidays come around, we are once again called upon to perform a duty which I feel should be made illegal as soon as possible: entertaining relatives. As that is not likely to happen in my lifetime, it is incumbent upon us to take matters in our own hands. Here are some solutions I dreamt up while sick in bed this week. I plan on implementing each one this season.

John Cakes:
Unlike Johnny Cakes which are in fact, edible and quite good, the John Cake is in fact, a highly toxic urinal cake, decked and trimmed into a festive holiday treat. A light sugar frosting with red and green sprinkles, topped with a nice chocolate. A thin square of laxative will do fine. For added fun, install combination locks on the bathroom doors.

Japanese Mistletoe:
Japanese MistletoeSlightly more difficult to prepare as there is no such thing as Japanese Mistletoe. Simply gather five or six Shuriken (Ninja Throwing Stars) from your desk (best place to keep them) and spray paint them holly green. For a more seasonal touch, apply a light dusting of that fake snow shit that cheap stores and elementary schools like to spray in the corners of their windows. Loop the stars, I mean leaves, together and affix them to a motion sensor. Hang from the ceiling. Each kiss will hurl a half dozen steel stars into the foreheads of your unsuspecting guests.

Fruitcakes:
It is certainly tempting to want to try something with a fruitcake. Resist. No one touches fruitcakes; they simply pass them on to other hated relatives. It is a fact that the original 1,000 or so fruitcakes made in the Middle Ages are the same ones being passed around today. Fruitcakes have the half-life of Uranium 235d.

Caption Time #207

Caption Time #207

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Facebook

I’ve received numerous comments and emails requesting the ability for you lovely readers to upload photos. That’s coming, believe me. In the meantime, I started a fan page on Facebook for Fans of Davezilla, the Zilla Girls and Zilla Guys. Feel free to upload all manner of personal pics there until I get this site rehauled.

Add me.

More people we dislike

  1. The Brotherhood of Bikers: In my town, there is a rather extensive gang of “Christian Bikers” known collectively as Riders for the Son. Perhaps I didn’t pay enough attention in Sunday School, but I don’t recall Jesus requesting his followers to ride Harleys and fuck shit up.
  2. I am Metrosexual. Hear me score. Look, I like to dress well. I go to a hair stylist as opposed to a barber. Primarliy because I’d rather have my head touched by a stylish, young woman than a lecherous ex-con. I draw the line at getting manicures, man bags, plucked eyebrows and apricot scrub facials. Sorry fellas. If you submit to those, you might as well be wearing a skirt and drinking Zima or Coors.
  3. The Neighborhood Bully: Explanation needed? Really?
  4. Are my breasts pressed together enough to hold your undivided attention while I try to weasel out of this parking ticket? No. Keep pressing.
  5. The guy with a “friend who happens to be black / Jewish / Asian / Hispanic / something”. Listen, Dr. King. If you’re really not race or color conscious, you wouldn’t remind us every time that you have one friend who isn’t snowball white like you.
  6. “Why do they insist on making clothes in size four? No one is that size!” News flash, Rosie O’Donnell. Lots of women exercise and grasp the rudimentary concept of portion control. Lots of women are under 120 lbs. There’s even women under 110 lbs that [gasp] don’t have eating disorders!
  7. “Yeah, it’s a BMW. You can look. I allow that.” Yeah, I don’t care.
  8. “My dick is so big, she can’t handle it.” Guess what, John Holmes? Every woman you have ever, or will ever sleep with, has already had men with larger equipment, who earned more money and lasted longer than you. Deal with it.
  9. “I’d really prefer you not smoke. I know we’re outside and the wind is blowing the opposite direction of me but…” MYOFB, Everett Koop. Let them kill themselves anyway they want. They’ll die from lung cancer and you’ll die from choking on the Hostess Cupcakes you hoard in your cubicle.
  10. Who’s pissing you off, lately?

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