The Zen of Jak-El
Don't touch the sun. It's hot.
There are too many clowns.
Cats don't like *****.
(***** is the name of someone who reads this blog. Apparently, cats don't like you. Jak-El has decreed it so.)
posted by Lois Lane @ 8:38 PM
11 comments
11 Comments:
What'd I ever do to Jak-El??
It's not you. Cats like Cake, especially the frosting.
Phew, I was worried there for a sec.
And it isn't NoOprah either, although cats certainly have good reason to be suspicious of him.
My money's on Aquaman...what with cats hating water and all.
Stop staring at me!!!!!
Nope, not our finny friend either.
Neither I nor Mr. Woggles would take kindly to being singled out by Jak-El, and given that we are the primary suppliers of stuffed bulldogs citing either of us would have dire consequences.
-- Lamont Cranston
Hmm, not me, NoOprah, or Aquaman, huh.
Maybe it's Hoagy. I mean, I find imaginary friends a bit disturbing, myself, so maybe the cat does too?
::stares at Aquaman::
Oh, c'mon. Who doesn't love Hoagy?
And you really should stop taunting the Chicken of the Sea, er, I mean, King of the Sea.
Besides, I said "reader" of the blog, not necessarily someone who posts.
Yep, it's a (cue ominous music)....lurker!
Oh, that's true, you did.
Well, you know what's wrong with the world these days? Lurkers.
::shakes fist menacingly::
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