Overweight? No Problem... You’re Too Big to Fail

Big Kittens, are you overweight? Still too much padding left over from winter? Too many luscious feastings and not enough romping and racing outdoors? No worries. No problem. You are now too big to fail.
Officially.
Go ahead, enjoy that great Easter dinner without a moment of remorse. Lick your sweet chops and indulge in a nappie afterwards.
Because, yes indeed, the solution is so simple, my loveliest felines. Get out the paperwork and declare yourself a bank, an auto company now declared a bank, or perhaps, an insurance agency (now designated as a bank). Use AIG as a model.
Meow and a flick of your whispers later, that paperwork is complete. Heck and a leisurely shrug, you’ve got the furry bulk to prove it, anyway. After all, the mirror doesn’t lie.
Yes, now you too can saunter sassily into any place you desire... perhaps, that career you’ve always wanted is roaring your precious name.
Because, remember, if you are denied anything in life, you can simply yowl this triumph, “I’m too big to fail. Look at the Banksters.”
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A peaceful day on the tame prairie, my Big Beautiful Cats. The neighbor’s cattle graze on the grass, greening more everyday. And the Kougar spied a young calf gamboling about on her journey back from the mailbox.

Yes, meow, THE PROLOGUE for HER INSATIABLE DARK HEROES continues... okay, moi is happy with its progress... the downside, it’s becoming chapter-sized. Nope, no rest for the wicked erotic romance author... maoowww...
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And now, for some more moments of humor and profound truth... this was on the Liquid Silver Books forum...


9 WORDS WOMEN USE:

(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are
right and you need to shut up.

(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour.
Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more
minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.

(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!

(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement
often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)

(6) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.


(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or Faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' ... that will bring on a 'whatever').

(8 ) Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying F**K YOU!


(9) Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to
#3.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 104 ~

Sylva’s heartbeat raced with sheer happiness as her cowboy husband twirled her into one dance after another. The feel of his guiding arms, the feel of his tall gorgeously-hard frame whenever they danced close... and the music, a fusion of elegance and exuberant sexuality... Sylva couldn’t help the large smile plastered on her face. During a temporary halt in the music, Zeke enfolded her in his arms, widely grinning. “The band is taking a break, my wife. Refreshments, or do you want to dance during...” The automated strains of a slow waltz began. “Zeke.” The voice cut through the crowd.

“Zeke, you son of a gun.” The woman’s shrill voice felt like it shot him in the back. He wasn’t surprised. Merlinda had a temper wide as the Mississippi when things didn’t go her way. And they hadn’t. He’d chosen Sylva over her as his bride. It had been common knowledge Merlinda held top position to become his in marriage tonight. No doubt, she’d waited for him at the Silk ‘n Lace Garter, where they’d spent many a lusty rolling night recently. At this moment, Zeke would have passed out lariats to every single man present, hoping she’d be roped.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 103 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies...
Presented in its entirety on the Liquid Silver forum ~ click on ~ Savanna Kougar ~
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HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
Friday ~ Lindsay presented a look at how history is successfully used in romance novels... this is a great bloggie!
Wednesday ~ the Kougar’s blog is titled: Western Erotic Romance ~ Or, Lasso Me, Cowboy.
Tuesday ~ Koko ranted about ebook piracy.
Monday ~ Lindsay posted an exquisite blog about the romance of names.
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For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ http://judahraine.blogspot.com ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
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Let FREEDOM ring. Let every VOICE be heard! NO! Internet Two. Resistance is victory.
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HAPPY EASTER!
May chocolate bunnies always fill the basket of your life...

A big smoochie from the Kougar...