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Dictators ride to and fro on tigers from which they dare not dismount. And the tigers are getting hungry.


Here is Ezra. He's a bit sad after I told him some very distressing news.

In the hoopla of Michael Jackson's demise, it would be a great tragedy if the passing of Mrs Slocombe went by without mention.

All of our thoughts and prayers are, of course, with Mrs Slocombe's pussy in this difficult time.

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Roddy said…
And what about Karl Maldon. The streets of San Francisco will never be the same.
Sue said…
Yes...on the mantlepiece in Mrs Slocombe's parlour, there is a whole row of silver cups. Her pussy won a prize every time she showed it.
And I hope Karl didn't leave home without it!
Kitty said…
what puppy dog eyes he has!
so cute.
KL said…
Where is the V-I-D-E-O? Woooowwww...just give him lots of wet kisses please on my behalf.
yamini said…
Hi, is it only me or does Ez really look a bit weak after that bout of flu?

Please take good care of him and bring back his "cuddly-rosy-cheeks."
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, they've not been the same for quite some time, I believe...
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, her pussy was very, very popular.
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, he does indeed!
Kris McCracken said…
KL, it's there. Didn't you see it?
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he was struggling a bit here, yes.

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