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Stupid cat products.

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It seems there’s no end to the ridiculous things you can buy for your pet.

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A privacy screen?

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Cats are a lot of things… smart, manipulative, stealthy, lovable. But the one thing they’re not? Easily embarrassed by bodily functions.

Does Lord Dudley Mountcatten need a privacy screen to hide behind while doing his business?

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You be the judge.

Cats. They have no shame.

Moving on….

Lots of people tell me I need to add perches to my windows… and while that might seem like a good idea?

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Over the kitchen sink has got to be the stupidest placement ever.

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This next product must have been invented by a moron. Seriously….

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If I left that on the counter? His Lordship would be sliding those levers to the left every chance he got.

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Madison Avenue run amok.

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Whatever happened to plop plop fizz fizz… or snap crackle and pop? These days it seems like it’s all ball wash or dead hoohaas.

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My Whoopee is right where it needs to be thank you very much.

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They did not just say that!

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Good grief, do they even prescribe that anymore?

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Here’s hoping your hoohaa is in good health and not in need of such products.

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How could I not?

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I saw this ad a while back and knew I had to try it.

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I mean really, how could I resist?

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Though despite the name, I won’t be rubbing it on my bum.

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I have no earthly idea what cupuacu butter is….

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But the fact that the cream is actually pronounced ‘boom boom’… makes it worth the risk.

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I’m not loving or flaunting what I’ve got. Nope. Not for years, there’s just too much of it now.

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But this stuff is rich, delightfully creamy and smells absolutely fabulous. The scent is almost strong enough to wear as a light perfume. And if the guarana wants to tighten my thighs? Who am I to argue.

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If it could do something about my hot flashing red cheeks? I’d buy it by the barrel.

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A spoonful of heaven right there.

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I believe I’ve found heaven right here on earth… and it seems I’m not the only one.

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Yes, boys and girls…. dreams do come true.

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Alcoholic ice cream. Be still my heart!

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Oh, yes.

Yes please!

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Couldn’t have said it better myself Joe.

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Nutrition facts? Who cares! It’s ice cream made with bourbon. ❤️

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Excellent idea. An adult Good Humour truck ! I’d chase that sucker down the street for sure….

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My mouth is watering already.

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I’m good with that.

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Yikes!!! $28.75 per?

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On second thought… I might just drop a scoop full of Breyers in my Woodfords Reserve and call it good.

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Cat-astrophic products.

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I have a cat, therefor I am inundated with stupid cat product advertisements.

This week?

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Cat capped aviators may look stupid, but at least they’re well read.

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I am not yet at the time of life where I need to sit on a donut. And a smiling cat donut? I hope I’m never there…

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For the love of all that’s holy, no. I can’t think of a more horrifying, undignified, soul sucking experience to force upon your feline than a taco costume.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten agrees…. and will shred any human who comes near him with that abomination.

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Things I’ll never need.

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I can honestly say I will never need a Russian pickle puff.

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But I suppose it’s good to know they exist all the same.

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Shark slippers? I’m sure they’re great for scaring the crap out of sand crabs, but no.

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Do I need to drink my cocktails out of a bird’s ass?

I most assuredly do not.

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And if I don’t need a bird ass cocktail delivery system? I certainly don’t need an egg laying one. Trust me, this will not relieve my stress.

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Things I will never need.

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There are times when I run across items that beg the question… why?

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Yeah, we’ve all had a crappy year… but squishing plastic rainbow colored excrement isn’t the solution.

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Let me get this straight, good behavior is rewarded with…. poop? New age parenting is truly beyond my comprehension.

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I like wine. I like butter. I do not think I’d like canned butter wine.

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Is it? Is it really….

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Just… no. I don’t want my toothpaste dispensed from anyone’s butt, giant green ogre or otherwise.

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It’s like they built this store just for me.

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Sometimes Facebook gets it right.

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Like this store… that seems to be targeted to my sense of humor.

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Not always, but maybe. Alright… more than likely it is.

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Sounds like something I would do.

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I have an abundant supply, no problem.

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I’m definitely not. Remind me to tell you the story about my husband’s friend who called him at work to tell him to ‘get his wife under control’. Ha! As if.

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That’s me.

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Someday I’m going to have to buy one of these. It’s my favorite tag line and I’ve been searching for cocktail napkins with that phrase ever since we built the man cave bar…. to no avail.

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I wish I could tell you they’re kidding.

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I never know whether to believe some of the ridiculous ads they have on Facebook. But sadly, this one is real.

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Yes, everyone farts, but that doesn’t mean you need to build a business around the fact.

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I can get it in the Cracked Rat color? Well, okay then.

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Farts not included? Ha. Good one.

Not.

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Good grief, do people actually think that’s funny?

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Fair questions, all.

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So I’m going to buy a fart blanket that doesn’t absorb farts? There’s a brilliant marketing strategy.

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Unrelated drivel.

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Can someone please explain what frog logs taste like…

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And why anyone would want to find out?

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This completely cracked me up, because it’s true. I’ve waged war with that cursed masher for years.

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Charming… or ridiculous?

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I’m going with the latter.

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The Sunday senior pool games are still going strong. And this little old man is so sweet I’ve started baking goodies.

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Because nothing says hard core pool tournament better than fresh banana bread.

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