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Okay this is from an email I got from my GF yesterday, and I thought of ThreadZilla as I read it. Just for fun... quote the line you want, and add a matching photo for that line. Let's see what the ThreadZilla Spartans can come up with!
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<u>Excerpts from a Dog's Diary</u></center>
<ul>[*]8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
[*]9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
[*]9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
[*]10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
[*]12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
[*]1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
[*]3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
[*]5 :00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
[*]7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
[*]8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
[*]11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing![/list]
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<u>Excerpts from a Cat's Diary</u></center>
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The on ly thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of.
However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. ****s!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorro w -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously ********. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...
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