Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts

Sunday, June 13, 2010

It Runs Cold

As you might recall, Anne had developed somewhat of a problem...or let’s say a strong obsession with Blue Moon. So we decided to have an intervention, but first I was wise enough to consult a very wise therapist. The famous French therapist, Amelie, provided some useful information on how to cure Anne's addic...I mean obsession. I must say it took much self control to converse with a cat, but a French cat, well "The Tank" does believe in doing whatever it takes for family.








Amelie: "You must present a negative association with the Blue Moon. A cold bath, after a drunken partie, well...let me say...might wake up Anne's inner soberness."


"The Tank": French cat's think they are so much smarter than us Chinese, Italian, American dogs. Well guess what? I need some opposable thumbs! Opposable thumbs anyone? Anyone out there with a thumb I could borrow, it will just be one second, and I just need it to turn one knob labeled C! I knew I should've kept Bruno's hand....




Benny "The Tank"

Friday, November 13, 2009

Captive

After being inapprioately frisked, I was able to visit my Uncle Orso in the pen. Yea, I know, we don't exactly look alike, but uncles in Italian families take on various roles.












Uncle Orso: Tank! It’s been months, come over here and see your old uncle. Just cleaning off a little bit.




"The Tank": How's it been?



Uncle Orso: Not too bad, at dinnertime, all us old guys get together. Mr. Kangaroo chops the garlic, Possum Sam cooks the sausage, and I of course, make the sauce. Seems the guards have a soft spot for an eternal supply of Charlee Bears.



"The Tank": Wow! Just like in Good Fe-



Uncle Orso: Now flop your ears out, and listen up. The truck is delivering the goods soon-I mean delivering the charitable donations very soon, you will know when and where the truck is going to be when the time is here, trust me.



"The Tank": Last time you asked someone to trust you, a kangaroo and possum ended up in here!



Uncle Orso: For the family Tank, you always forget that very important fact, its all for the "Family Business". Go on now, my masseuse, Tina, will be here in thirty.



"The Tank": Fine, wait a minute did you say Ti-



Uncle Orso: Guard!