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even more so the inner secrets of civilisation are handed down to a sacred group of people who are children of dog, they are better than all others and all others are just cattle,

 

catch my drift

 

 

fire in the hooooooole

 

I disagree that dogs produce cattle! Show me one instance of it! Fossils even.

 

edit: I agree with fossils.

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I disagree that dogs produce cattle! Show me one instance of it! Fossils even

 

 

edit: I agree with fossils.

 

You're right dogs herd cattle but don't produce them. But fossils are meaningless, tricksy old dinosaurs did it to sidetrack us, doesn't prove a thing.

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I always eat mice with honey

I've done it all my life

They do taste kind of funny

but it keeps them on the knife

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I should have known someone would bring dogma into this...

 

Well as long as they leave grandma alone. Otherwise I disagree about the dinosaurs.

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Well as long as they leave grandma alone.

 

Too late i'm afraid. The mice have already despatched their spies, travelling in pairs, under guise as spice merchants.

 

Beware of any pairs... they're everywhere!

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Too late i'm afraid. The mice have already despatched their spies, travelling in pairs, under guise as spice merchants.

 

Beware of any pairs... they're everywhere!

 

Salt and Peppa?

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Mother mouse was so proud of her mouselings.

Day by day they grew in strength and confidence.

"The day is here O Mouselings mine" sang mother mouse..

"Follow me beyond the hole and into the lounge, where you may play and gambol beyond the confines of our tiny nest".

Oh how the mouselings scampered and cavorted, beyond the hole, upon the warm carpet, within the lounge.

And then

A shadow, long of tail, pointy of ears and arched of back...

Fell upon the mouselings.

Who froze in terror.

Mother Mouse beheld, as poised to pounce, a fierce pussy cat. Mad of eye and hungry of visage.

Drawing herself up to her full height Mother Mouse glared into the wild eyes of the pussy cat and spake thus...

"WOOF... WOOF...WOOF"

Confused and alarmed the pussy cat turned tail and fled through the cat flap.

Mother Mouse turned to the trembling mouselings and smilingly chided....

"May that ever be a lesson to you all oh mouselings mine.

Never, ever; underestimate the advantages of learning a second language".

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Mother mouse was so proud of her mouselings.

Day by day they grew in strength and confidence.

"The day is here O Mouselings mine" sang mother mouse..

"Follow me beyond the hole and into the lounge, where you may play and gambol beyond the confines of our tiny nest".

Oh how the mouselings scampered and cavorted, beyond the hole, upon the warm carpet, within the lounge.

And then

A shadow, long of tail, pointy of ears and arched of back...

Fell upon the mouselings.

Who froze in terror.

Mother Mouse beheld, as poised to pounce, a fierce pussy cat. Mad of eye and hungry of visage.

Drawing herself up to her full height Mother Mouse glared into the wild eyes of the pussy cat and spake thus...

"WOOF... WOOF...WOOF"

Confused and alarmed the pussy cat turned tail and fled through the cat flap.

Mother Mouse turned to the trembling mouselings and smilingly chided....

"May that ever be a lesson to you all oh mouselings mine.

Never, ever; underestimate the advantages of learning a second language".

 

That joke is offensive to cats. I demand an joke of equal proportions but weighted in favour of cats in order to address the balance.

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Speak not of that which may not be named.

(squeak).

What can't be named ... tell me ... tell me now!

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No.

I swore never to utter the word Cat in mixed company.

No more shall I do so.

With respect to the arcane misterie of Ye Old Order of Mouseists and my lodge associates, ones lips must, of necessity; remain forever sealed .

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Are you in mixed company ... you should stop that at once ... no telling what you might get up to.

 

I agree the word Cat should not be uttered ... she might come and ban us all for ever ... the very thought scares me mouseless.

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There were never any mice

 

Mice are dying.

do mice truly ever live to begin with? and see above

Some may say that mousey got his just desserts.

mousey is not the mirror of mice, mickey mousey land is the simulacrum of usa in general, really, but i digress

Prove it! I disagree that mice is all there is!

hardly mice can be all there is,it is posit that there were never any mice

MINCE! It's always been mince ever since 3 pages ago.

It's written down!!

we cannot trust the written word, too much time has elapsed between the original thought and the original corresponding utterence of sound

this entire thread seems a bit dicey to me but i am in a poetic mood and micey dicey ricey but never licey or nicey

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Minced mouse is not uncommon chez nous.

Emily cat will bring them in and oblige.

My job to find and inter the poor things of a morning.

One can always tell when there is one somewhere by Emily's rather smug expression.

Edited by GrandmasterP

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