... throat. So did water :( And then I lay her down in her hammock and spent the next two and a half hours listening to her wheeze and ... *everything*. I called her parents. I sang to her. I swung her hammock. I went downstairs and tried to see if her parents were home yet. ... conk out. She woke a little when I crawled out, but swinging her hammock put her back to sleep again. At this point, I was too ...
... not just “regular” leather underwear (if that exists), or even just Speedo-style leather underwear. This is the real deal, with a completely separate leather cradle for each individual testicle, extending in a hammock-like strap to the superstructure of the leather girding his loins. I look into his wrinkled bald face and he gives me a little wink. He is wearing glasses. And once again, why the ...
... there was huge fight. Lots of rolling, Bree puffed up, both squeaking. Has me a bit worried. No more fighting now, or blood, but I'm worried that is getting to violent. And now Eve is hiding in her hammock and won't come out, and Bree sometimes as she passes her will quickly nip her. Is this bad or good??? EDIT EDIT: Eve is to scared to even go near Bree, like what happened before. She has a cut...
... their bathrooms are rat-sized! They're short so not much fun for tunnelling, but I've attached them to ceilings and walls for fun 'perches'. 3) Rag Hammocks - My rats chew, so getting a fancy fleece hammock isn't an option even if I had the money. I've been cutting up old pants and pipe-cleanering them up to make chewable hammocks. Take out buttons and zippers, they might not be good for rats. ...
... him and another persons character. He asks me to come to Thunder Bluff and rescue him from the unwanted advances of a very persistent Female Tauren who is trying her damnedest to get into his E-Banana Hammock. Now of course I, being the Guild Master that I am leap to his rescue *Cue heroic music* and rush off to Thunder Bluff. Upon getting there I easily find him, being able to damn near smell...
i'm feeling grateful tonight, and trying not to think about the morning. ♥ : lying in the hammock, watching the dogs in the yard and the bees in the trees. two days off in a row. my sister's cat girly cakes, for kneading my stomach and licking my fingers and nose. my sister's cat milners, for meowing at me loudly and rolling around at my feet, and for being orange and fluffy. the new house (...
... bottle when i got back. mufasak2@hotmail.com says: you didn't sleep there though right?!!? oh good! and why D: chloe is dangerous demidemdem says: it'd be a perfect place for a hammock, though and chloe is fierce and damn did that perfume bottle teach me a lesson mufasak2@hotmail.com says: was she just worried too?!?!? demidemdem says: i guessssssss. she said she was scared that monsters ...
... close and fuzzy. Ferdinand! Olive peeking at me. Tasha. She is recovering from a corneal ulceration. Bellaaaa. Newman litter-boxing. This is as close as you can safely come to it before turning to stone. Don't look it in the eye. The word you're looking for is "D'aw." Tasha modeling for me. Sophie is the queen of poop. Laika modeling a small hammock. And again.
.... One day I'll have to get another one. Instead, here's Luanne wearing it, looking none too pleased. A bunch more follow behind the cut. Enjoy! This is Luanne lying in a little faux leopard skin hammock. She's in it all the time, but Wednesday hasn't much taken to it, probably because she's too fat for it. I gave her a frog toy as a napping buddy. A slightly older picture. ...
Once the turtles were all in the ocean, we admired the sunset for a while and grabbed a couple chairs and a hammock outside on the beach. I took quite a few photos of the resort because the rain clouds in the distance really gave the light a lovely quality. To be continued...
