Here's one where my rescued, special needs macaw lost a fight to a strawberry I gave him.
Location: Rochester, NY
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Here's one where my rescued, special needs macaw lost a fight to a strawberry I gave him.
-Mike
My engine twists my frame.
1981 DeLorean, Carb LS4 swap completed
1999 Corvette, cam/headers/intake manifold, 400 rwhp
2005 Elise, stock
2016 Chevy Cruze
Location: Atlanta OTP GA
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My VIN: 2743
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Those strawberry shells can be hard to crack sometimes.
Dermot
VIN 2743, B/A, Frame 2227, engine 2320
I don't always drive cars, but when I do, I prefer DeLoreans
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No-one is to stone anyone, even, and I want to make this absolutely clear, even if they do say "carburetor"
My dog (Triscuit) when he was a puppy, attempting to eat a carrot.
https://youtu.be/FPB9ORCeEjQ
Location: Middleburg Heights, OH
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Well THIS is good timing. Just caught my wife's cat doing this.
Subtle, much? Christ lay off the food fattie. I JUST fed you too...
Location: Rochester, NY
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My VIN: 01049
Location: Middleburg Heights, OH
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Her, Kiki. Molly's our resident "fluffy black hole". Kiki's our food connoisseur.
My wife makes women's scarves out of this really expensive Italian ribbon and yarn. One morning I got up and caught this, apparently our Gracie found the mother load and she gave me the "it wasn't me" look.
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On a side note, I'm glad to see so many fellow black cat lovers. I never set out to find a black cat, she found me...but I didn't discriminate. A lot of people are afraid to adopt a black kitty.
Last edited by Michael; 09-17-2017 at 09:46 PM.
Location: Middleburg Heights, OH
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My wife goes out of her way to find and adopt them because they were discriminated against. Doesn't seem to hold true these days, but 14 years ago when both of our cats were newborns, that was a different story.
Fun fact: Molly (the one on the pillow) was the last of her litter to be adopted. Being the most affectionate of all of them, I still can't fathom why. She will seek me out to get pet, even jumping on the bed as soon as I even start to stir in the morning to get some lovin'. Sweetest little thing.
I'll dig up some pics of Sammy, he passed away a couple months ago after a two-year battle with heart problems. We only found out after he got constipated. True story: one night I was walking up the stairs when my foot hit what felt like a sand bag. I went to feel what it was, my hand touched his ears. Didn't even make a sound, didn't care, never complained. Just didn't want to move because he was comfortable damnit.