George in his box seat at the window:
A hoofed rat. I wish there were a lot fewer of them, for the deer ticks they harbor have made the woods pretty inhospitable, unless you love the smell and feel of deet-based bug repellants.
Airplanes, cats, guns, war, the more than occasional rant about the party of the Confederacy, the spinelessness of the Democrats and crap about anything else that flits through the somewhat offbeat mind of an armed lesbian pinko as she slides down the Razor Blade of Life.

George looks a lot like Basement Cat. You may be living with the embodiment of pure evil.
ReplyDeleteGeorge has his moments of evil. His worst stunt is using strategic defecation to express displeasure.
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