OH. MY. MOUSES. MOUSES!
Blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah, blah blah, blah blah. And your point?
MY POINT WAS NOT...
Yes it was.
No it wasn't.
Yes it was.
No it wasn't.
Yes it was.
No it wasn't.
Yes it was.
No it wasn't.
Yes it was.
No it wasn't.
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FIVE. HOURS. LATER. MOUSES!
Yes it was.
No it wasn't.
Yes it was.
OH MY MOUSES! IT REALLY WASN'T. MY POINT REALLY WASN'T THAT AT ALL. I NEVER EVEN MENTIONED THAT BUT LET ME TELL YOU, I NOW HAVE A TOTALLY NEW POINT TO MAKE. MOUSES!
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Okay, so truth be told, the above Facebook conversation(s) actually ended after the very first yes it was, but that was only because Peep #1 had the good sense to walk away. As for that other guy, I'm pretty sure he's still waiting to say, "YES IT WAS!" You know, 'cause that's what guys like that say. MOUSES!
Let me explain from the beginning.
This morning, Peep #1 made a comment on a friend's timeline and before she knew it, some guy she didn't even know was taggin' her and puttin' words in her mouth...
I mean that figuratively, of course. There were no actual words bein' stuffed in the peep's mouth.
...and tellin' her what her point was, even though that was never her point at all, and she never even mentioned the stuff he was talking about and... and... and everything! Can you believe it? MOUSES!
But like I said, the peep had the good sense to simply walk away. Yup, 'cause that's what you have to do in cases like this. Just walk away. MOUSES!
Of course, as a cat, I've never walked away from a fight in my life. No sirree, I never walk away. I give 'em the smacky paws, THEN RUN LIKE THE DICKENS.
I am, of course, not referring to Charles Dickens. I have no idea whether he was a fast runner or not.
But being a cat who is not shy of smacky-pawing those who deserve a good smacky-paw, I took it upon myself to help out my peep. Of course, smacky-pawing this guy on Facebook was never really an option on account of neither the peep nor I knowing where he lives - or how quickly he can run - so I decided to do a figurative smacky-pawing, for sure.
Well... Best I could come up with was to report about the situation right here on my blog. MOUSES!
Now that that's done...
But I do want to add how VERY PROUD I am of Peep #1 to follow proper on-line etiquette and simply walk away, without continuing an argument on her pal's timeline, because even when you're right about something, picking fights on other peoples' timelines is just plain ol' rude, you know? Of course you do. MOUSES!
Had the peep not walked away, one thing might have led to another and then before anyone knew it, they'd be whippin' out their tails to see whose was the longest and...
GOTCHA! HA-HA! Peep #1 doesn't have a tail. I have no idea 'bout that other guy though. MOUSES!
And thank goodness no one said what I was thinkin' one of 'em might say...
I know you are, but what am I?
Thankfully, nobody said that. That would have been pretty childish, for sure. MOUSES!
Peep #1 said instead, "He may be a friend of a friend, but he's definitely no friend of mine. MOUSES!"
Yup, she said the mouses part and everything.
I am, of course, not referring to Charles Dickens. I have no idea whether he was a fast runner or not.
But being a cat who is not shy of smacky-pawing those who deserve a good smacky-paw, I took it upon myself to help out my peep. Of course, smacky-pawing this guy on Facebook was never really an option on account of neither the peep nor I knowing where he lives - or how quickly he can run - so I decided to do a figurative smacky-pawing, for sure.
Well... Best I could come up with was to report about the situation right here on my blog. MOUSES!
Now that that's done...
But I do want to add how VERY PROUD I am of Peep #1 to follow proper on-line etiquette and simply walk away, without continuing an argument on her pal's timeline, because even when you're right about something, picking fights on other peoples' timelines is just plain ol' rude, you know? Of course you do. MOUSES!
Had the peep not walked away, one thing might have led to another and then before anyone knew it, they'd be whippin' out their tails to see whose was the longest and...
GOTCHA! HA-HA! Peep #1 doesn't have a tail. I have no idea 'bout that other guy though. MOUSES!
And thank goodness no one said what I was thinkin' one of 'em might say...
I know you are, but what am I?
Thankfully, nobody said that. That would have been pretty childish, for sure. MOUSES!Peep #1 said instead, "He may be a friend of a friend, but he's definitely no friend of mine. MOUSES!"
Yup, she said the mouses part and everything.
So that's what happened here at my house this morning. I'm hoping we never hear back from that guy from Facebook again but if we do, I shall introduce Peep #1 to my pal, the delete and block manoeuvre. The delete and block manoeuvre is a great manoeuvre, for sure. MOUSES!
