Wee sleekit cow’rin tim’rous beastie — 16 Comments

  1. Now she can’t use her laptop until I buy a new mouse.

    It’s a female thing…or in my case a somewhat deranged female thing. The Bestes Frau gets worried if I don’t refer to a computer mouse as ‘Mr.Maus’ because I once was mouthing off at the laptop in that way one does if one is male ie “You pox doctor’s stringbag! NO I don’t have a note from my mommy,you microshitty MicroShit! Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,See if I don’t! ” and I refered to my ,then, wireless mouse as ‘Mr.Mouse’ and she thought that was cuuuuUUUUUuute.

    (actually what she said was ” süüüüüüüüüüüüüÜÜÜßßßß ” but that’s more special characters than is healthy for any one sentence.)

    GD, just got that weird craptcha screen again!

    • When I see reference to “MicroShit” I can immediately diagnose all your problems!

      You really have fucked up your ‘puter.  As far as I am aware, there is no captcha within a hundred miles of this site.  Are you sure Bestes Frau hasn’t messed with your equipment?  [*cough*]

    • Maybe so.  Herself is permanently convinced there’s a virus in her machine.  I spend my time patiently explaining that she’s pressing the wrong keys.  But maybe she’s right?

  2. You should employ the services of the Flaxen haired one. I’m getting skilled with the bow and arrow. I could sort out your rodent; cat; dog; and neighbour problem in a thrice. If I’m really drunk you get two for the price of one.

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