The following Dodgers have been smited by the JDK for their crimes against Jam:
All the girls! for picking on the JDK and damaging his already delicate self esteem!
The Basserd Who Nicked Copper's Stuff For the offense of nicking Copper's stuff. You are a tw*t, whoever you are and we all hope you get run over by a tram in Nottingham. Or Liverpool. Or whereever else they have trams!
Copper For the crime of playing with her Wii instead of her Jammie pals!
I've just come across this blog which documents one person's daily struggle with a nightmare flatmate. I have to say that I sympathise greatly with him/her and in the spirit of this... er... sympathy I thought I'd write my own little tribute to it. As I don't live in a flat and wouldn't dare diss my wife, the only valid target for my wrath is my cats:
I came home last night night to what I can only describe as a 'Godawful Stench'. It smelled like someone had filled the house with the worst kind of diahorrea. I'm sorry to be so gross, but you must understand what I have to contend with.
Upon investigating the smell, I discovered thast one of the cats had elected to deposit a turd - not in the litter tray as one might expect, but next to it. And it wasn't just any turd. It was a soft, glistening, soggy turd of the sort that might be the result of an upset tummy.
So, having disposed of the offending item, thoroughly cleaned the piece of carpet on which it had been deposited and doused the entire house in lavender scented air freshener I sat down for a cup of tea.
Only to suffer the onset of another wave of horrible horrible odour.
There was a moment there, where I was convinced that I was going to die. No human being can be subjected to such nasal torture and survive. Fortunately however, I did.
Guess what I discovered when I found the source of the smell? Yes, you've got it in one. Another toxic turd in the exact same spot.
Grrrrrraaaagh.
There are many other reasons for me to hate my cats... the constant moulting, the holes in things, the vets bills.
But todays reason for hating my cats is the nasty nasty turds they leave in my house. It bugs me to the point that I drew a picture of it:
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
DAY 761 -
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed.
DAY 765 -
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan.
DAY 768 -
I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.
DAY 771 -
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer". More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 774 -
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured.