This is the most exciting thing since The Thrilla in Vanilla.

Oh. MY. GAWD! HILARIOUS!!!!!

This is amazing!

Let's see if Bot finds us - we'll go for a trifecta. I do believe we are making history ;)

GET YOUR PATIO FURNITURE SEX CONDOMS HERE!

Freaky, you are on fire here.

Can I get some popcorn to go with this duel? Have we closed the portal to the otherside yet?

I wonder if I can get one of those folding chairs delivered in time to grab a front row seat.

GET YOUR FIRE PIT SAFETY EXTINGUISHER HERE!

Wait, the furniture has to wear condoms too?

Those condoms must be huge!! Do you want one of mine??

Do you guys see what I see?

Furniture-bot rules!!

The fact we're batting around a Bot like a drunk kitten (with apologies to cats everywhere, of course) seems a little....unseemly. The fact a spam is rising higher and higher up the count is just....hilarious.

Where are the Kumar Brothers?

Only on OS . . . where we don't just joust with windmills, we dual with spam! Over patio furniture wearing condoms.

cats, condoms and waterbeds don't mix.

Cat, I think you've really done it now. This is worse than Cindy dissing Freaky last night.

Will somebody feed the bot?

So is this what they meant when they referred to "Artificial Intelligence"? That we'd be bandying words about with an electronic spam generator?

I'm beginning to look at my lawn mower in a new way...... praise Pan.

My money's on the cat.
Bots can't jump, bite or scratch, right?
Right?????

Come on...we all know the Cat will just judge the bot to death ;)

If we need condoms, then we need a good chaise lounge to go with...xox

Da smart moh-nay's on der kitty.

"Enemaizing the Internet"? Oh, tso, tso sorely, Itz "Exorcising the Intestines" Damn glasses.

Once again, big fun.
You always bring sunshine to OS.
rated

That cat photo is hilarious---sort of looks like my lovely boy.

@spotted_mind - We didn't think the bots could type. I'd say all bets are off regarding their capabilities. I don't think they can climb the curtains, though.

When it's too goofy for me, it's a tin!
Hot Tin bare butt. Ya better behave!
hot!
as a
dickens.
a devil.
euphemistically,
a Jabber Wacky.
Next? A post about rhinoplasty. okay!
I'm gonna buy a gold nose stud by e-bye!
What in tarnations going on @ Open Salon?
What in the dickens is the 21-st devil up too?
I hope Dr Freaky Troll PhD ~ do it! nose stud?
for free?
all century?
Ya's good PhD?
cc.
share sprinkler?
cool off in a rain?
scrub wash Ya ears?
use 20- Mule Teams?
Use Borax laundry soap!
20- Mule Team's outside?
No. 20- Mule Team suds!
It is the laundry detergent!
Read 20- Mule Team's Tips!
Borax soap. It's the Booster!
The box of soap has Ten Tips!
Buy Ya own Borax garden suds!
Get out of town by noon? okay!
Me. You stay and wash clothes!

Scoot over Robin, there must be room for two on the chaise.

And I'm with Owl, this bot is proving itself quite the force. I am not sure what it will learn to do next. Best keep our wits about us.

I'll do my best to protect you, Betty. There's no telling what it'll learn, but perhaps we can teach it the concept of namaste. If not, I've got a trusty baseball bat.

Arthur, remember when I got my nose pierced? CLICK HERE. That picture went viral in India... I'm not kidding.

Good point, Owl.

@Bot: All your furniture are belong to us!

@spotted - Stay close, just in case. Back in the day, I knew how to do some damage with this bat.

Don't bats sleep during the day? Don't startle the poor thing.

I have no words.......

::THUD::

You sure have a lot of bread and eggs in your fridge. Making a bread cake? French Toast for an army?

Oh, what was this about again?

Can the cat make omelettes?

Freaky condoms? HELL YEAH, but do they taste like cake?

Can I get a couple of those condoms? I've added you as a favorite even though your banner is triggering seizures of the grand mal variety.

I should do a banner update. I'll get on that tonight. Speaking of which, here's your bag of condoms.

I'm fortunately immune to the furniturebot's wiles. I don't buy patio furniture, cheap or other wise, I just retire stuff from inside the house out to the yard. So far I've got a glass-topped rattan dining room table, a velvet ottoman, and a nice floral-pattern love seat out there, and I'm thinking that my old futon would look nice next to the driveway.

Freaky - it's a Louisville Slugger, among the most reliable weapons in baseball. Besides, those cute little mice with wings might get taken out by the cat.

the pussy. hands down.

Doesn't the pussy always win? Well, it does in my world.

Nana, watchout with the futon, they absorb a lot more water than you think. Someone could drown.

Good thing someone finally mentioned your banner's tendency to cause seiiiiiiixxzzzzzzzz*#(*&urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeees.

Ahem.

Let us pray.
God, Creator and defender of the human race, who made man in your own image, look down in pity on this your servant, now in the toils of the unclean spirit, now caught up in the fearsome threats of man's ancient enemy, sworn foe of our race, who befuddles and stupefies the human mind, throws it into terror, overwhelms it with fear and panic. Repel, 0 Lord, the devil's power, break asunder his snares and traps, put the unholy tempter to flight. By the sign (on the brow) of your name, let your servant be protected in mind and body. (The three crosses which follow are traced on the breast of the possessed person). Keep watch over the inmost recesses of his (her) heart; rule over his (her) emotions; strengthen his (her) will. Let vanish from his (her) soul the temptings of the mighty adversary. Graciously grant, 0 Lord, as we call on your holy name, that the evil spirit, who hitherto terrorized over us, may himself retreat in terror and defeat, so that this servant of yours may sincerely and steadfastly render you the service which is your due; through Christ our Lord.


I adjure you, ancient serpent, by the judge of the living and the dead, by your Creator, by the Creator of the whole universe, by Him who has the power to consign you to hell, to depart forthwith in fear, along with your savage minions, from this servant of God, who seeks refuge in the fold of the Church. I adjure you again, (on the brow) not by my weakness but by the might of the Holy Ghost, to depart from this servant of God, N. , whom almighty God has made in His image. Yield, therefore, yield not to my own person but to the minister of Christ. For it is the power of Christ that compels you, who brought you low by His cross. Tremble before that mighty arm that broke asunder the dark prison walls and led souls forth to light. May the trembling that afflicts this human frame, (on the breast) the fear that afflicts this image (on the brow) of God, descend on you. Make no resistance nor delay in departing from this man, for it has pleased Christ to dwell in man. Do not think of despising my command because you know me to be a great sinner. It is God Himself who commands you; the majestic Christ who commands you. God the Father commands you; The Son of God commands you; God the Holy Ghost commands you. The mystery of the cross commands you. The faith of the holy apostles Peter and Paul and of all the saints commands you. The blood of the martyrs commands you. The continence of the confessors commands you. The devout prayers of all holy men and women command you. The saving mysteries of our Christian faith command you.

Depart, then, transgressor. Depart, seducer, full of lies and cunning, foe of virtue, persecutor of the innocent. Give place, abominable creature, give way, you monster, give way to Christ, in whom you found none of your works. For He has already stripped you of your powers and laid waste your kingdom, bound you prisoner and plundered your weapons. He has cast you forth into the outer darkness, where everlasting ruin awaits you and your abettors. To what purpose do you insolently resist? To what purpose do you brazenly refuse? For you are guilty before almighty God, whose laws you have transgressed. You are guilty before His Son, our Lord Jesus Christ, whom you presumed to tempt, whom you dared to nail to the cross. You are guilty before the whole human race, to whom you prof erred by your enticements the poisoned cup of death.

Therefore, I adjure you, profligate dragon, in the name of the spotless Lamb, who has trodden down the asp and the basilisk, and overcome the lion and the dragon, to depart from this man (woman) (on the brow), to depart from the Church of God (signing the bystanders). Tremble and flee, as we call on the name of the Lord, before whom the denizens of hell cower, to whom the heavenly Virtues and Powers and Dominations are subject, whom the Cherubim and Seraphim praise with unending cries as they sing: Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Sabaoth. The Word made flesh commands you; the Virgin's Son commands you; Jesus of Nazareth commands you, who once, when you despised His disciples, forced you to flee in shameful defeat from a man; and when He had cast you out you did not even dare, except by His leave, to enter into a herd of swine. And now as I adjure you in His name, begone from this man (woman) who is His creature. It is futile to resist His will. It is hard for you to kick against the goad. The longer you delay, the heavier your punishment shall be; for it is not men you are condemning, but rather Him who rules the living and the dead, who is coming to judge both the living and the dead and the world by fire.
Amen.

Lord, heed my prayer.
And let my cry be heard by you.

The Lord be with you.
May He also be with you.


God of heaven and earth, God of the angels and archangels, God of the prophets and apostles, God of the martyrs and virgins, God who have power to bestow life after death and rest after toil; for there is no other God than you, nor can there be another true God beside you, the Creator of heaven and earth, who are truly a King, whose kingdom is without end; I humbly entreat your glorious majesty to deliver this servant of yours from the unclean spirits; through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

Wait a minute....

That was not my fun Bot. I did not invite him to the duel.

Swear.

Careful Will. I think it senses your presence.

There's rumor that the bot's posse is trying to spike the cat's pre-match tuna.

Oh, ferchristsakes...I spend most of a lifetime putting on mascara, and this - this! - is what I attract????

How did The Cat get into my kitchen? I've been meaning to throw out those leftovers!

Did we pass the test? DID WE PASS THE TEST?!! KUMAR BROTHERS UNITE!

Hmmm . . . haven't seen the bot in awhile.

seriously though ... what's that cat gonna do with all those eggs???

Owl - shhhhhhhh. I think he went to sleep. My guess is he's half a world away, and we'll all wake up to fresh comments sprinkled on our posts like newly fallen snow.

And I shall make snow angels, as a tribute to the coming duel.

Now. Freaky. Amaze me with a Freaky Snow Angel...

Beware bot….that cat’s no pussy

You can see some fab snow pics of me in THE FREAKY TROLL SNOW REPORT

I also stuck the troll angel above.

Can I get those condoms shipped to heaven?

i have to have that fountain!

It's packed up and ready to go to heaven right now!

Like, OMG! I had, like, no idea there were, like, already pictures of Freaky as a, like, snow angel! OMG!

STF Sexually Transmitted Furniture?

Is there masturbation permitted on the patio? On that furniture? Is it wrong to wear a condom while masturbating if you want to be safe? Is anything sacred?

I don't know. I worry that the bot will run around in circles and the cat will do nothing but chase it.

voicegal: ever seen a Cheshire grin?

Good grief.

Giggling!


hehehe......

But.... where's the cake????

Did hungry cat win?

I hope hungry cat won!

~wanders off~

Well, nobody's heard from the Bot....

Meow.

I am liking the do. I'm not sayin I'm jealousing or anything, but that pink is very attractive.

We can't see the cat! It won't load here, and the flickr page says we're not allowed to view! We want to see teh cat!
~fat rocco and feral rusty

Thanks for showing me pic . . .
Oh, oh, it's me! Rusty! How did you get my pic!
~feral rusty

Send me a condom. You're ravishing in white.