The old man slammed his bottle onto the table. “My people do not know flavor,” he lamented, “Our food nourishes the body but not the soul. And why?” He spat at the floor. “Because of the greedy warlord who sits on a throne of our labors and makes us pay tribute! Our lives will not know spice until we overthrow the Garlic King.”
Oh for pete’s sake! What is this??!!! LOLLLLOOLLLLL all of it, hover included
Its a cat that is very afraid of vampires.
He needs to meet the hipster vampire who only bites vegans.
It’s like the throne of swords from Game of Thrones. Only with garlic.
Dulcie’s right–that cat no longer has to fear creatures of the night.
Especially if the Garlic King kitty eats too much of his throne.
Naughty kitty, hoarding the most wonderful seasoning of all.
Exactly! My lunch today includes one of my favorite recipes: Garlic Bean Dip–or, as I like to call it, Death by Garlic. SIX cloves of garlic (four roasted, two raw) to one 14-oz. can of beans. I made it Wednesday, and when I took the sealed container out of the fridge this morning, I could smell the garlic without even opening it. I should probably hang warning signs before I eat it in my office. But oh, it’s SO good!
Make me hungry, why dontcha!
Hoo-boy! I just ate my lunch. You may smell garlic fumes wafting from this post.
I’m worried about the first-born puppies. Please tell me kitty just wants to cuddle with them. I’m feeling very fragile today after a stressful yesterday and gosh-awful night of nightmares.
Kitty just wants to cuddle them.
Hugs, R&B’s Mom. Kitty does just want to cuddle them. It’s a tribute of cuteness. Or to cuteness.
Thanks, friends!
Meet the Reason for no Season.
Gotta Tic-Tac?