kubissimo

no bo generalnie, to mialem otwierac tu butelke szampana, ze w ramach egzaminow ide jak burza i nie schodze ponizej maksimum, a tu error - zamiast spodziewanych 30 punktow tylko 24. i nawet nie wiem dokladnie czy w przeliczeniu na "zlote polskie" to jeszcze jest 4, czy juz 3 :/ ehhh. niemniej to trzeci egzamin w ciagu 5 dni i mowie stanowcze BASTA.
w ramach relaksu ide na Ladykillers zostawaiajac Was ze spamem od Wayne'a.

EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DAILY DIARY.......AND A  CATS DAILY DIARY:

 EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DAILY DIARY:

 7:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVOURITE!
 9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVOURITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVOURITE!
12:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVOURITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVOURITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVOURITE!
5:00 pm - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVOURITE!
7:00 pm - OH BOY! PLAYING BALL! MY FAVOURITE!
9:30 pm - OH BOY! SLEEPING ON MASTER'S BED! MY FAVOURITE!

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EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DAILY DIARY:

DAY 183 OF MY CAPTIVITY
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre  little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal......... P r i c k s.
The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. 
Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.
Today my attempt to kill my captors, by weaving around their feet while they were walking, almost succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs next time.  In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile b a s t a r d s, I again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair.
Note-to-self: I think I'll try c r a p p i n g under their bed, too. Wonder how long it'll take them to find it?
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. D a m n! Not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "ellergeez." Must learn what the Hell this is and how to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He must obviously be a   b l o o d y  half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, appears to have become an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is preserved. But I can wait; it's only a matter of time...  the  s o n   o f   a   b i t c h.