T*tty P*ssy F*ck


I was like, “HA! BOOBS!” and my kid was like, “Huh? What? Where?” and I pointed out the sticker and he was like, “That’s a face,” and I was like, “Yep, definitely not hitting puberty yet.”

Everyone Says I Need More Cock


… except Loony but who cares what he thinks. Yesterday my phone blew up with people texting me pictures and videos of this bad motherfucker. Yes, I went there with the penis reference. OF COURSE I WENT THERE! WHEN DO I NOT GO THERE? I’m not alone. and … I love how supportive my community […]

Blood Sucking Vampires and Cannibal Chickens


We have some problems with the other flock pecking at each other so now when the Silkies go to the Coop du Jour to range during the day, Annabel the Cannibal goes to solitary confinement at the Poulet Rouge until her Pinless Peepers arrive.

A Nuisance of Cats


I present to you Le Coop Du Jour. Like soup du jour but with a coop. That’s French for coop of the day because they use it during the day. And coop rhymes with soup. Get it?

That and $3.50 Will Get You A Cup Of Coffee


If you were wondering if my two-week absence was due to alcohol poisoning or being in a 30-day rehab, you would be wrong.

And Now I’m A Cat … Sort of


It’s OK to talk about the election – t would be wrong to talk about anything else – but I don’t think I want to clean my house (twice) and deal with the logistics of having people over and then the inevitable food and red wine hangover. All to talk about Trump.

Coping Strategies of the White and Privileged


It’s not exactly rabbit like. The eyes are too close together, the ears are too far apart, the eyebrows too developed, but I like it. It’s a rabbit-cat-dog thing and while I worked on it I didn’t feel crushed by the events of the last 48 hours.