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A/N: When life gives you lemons I make Beehl Pheel shove other people’s shit up his ass 😀
Special thanks to Meridian from whom I stole the name of Beehl’s French cousin Pheel without permission. It felt highly appropriate 😉 and for getting this just poopy pawed enough…
*clears throat pathetically* Not only is Beehl fucking mine for fuck’s sake now Pheel is too…
[…] on plagiarism… […]
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Haha, brilliant!
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😁😁😁😁😁
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LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL! 🙂 That’s just too funny and I don’t think anyone will be plagiarizing you, Smut Queen!
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Hahahaha that’s just asking for it!
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LOL, I kept hitting the next button and there wasn’t anything there, damn, disappointment…….. but i did hit the plagiarizing hit list so lets see what she takes of mine? KY
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Yeah, there may be plenty of copies but there’s only one original that counts 😉 You’re a fellow Smut Queen too, well join the club it’s great company!
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Hilarious! Love it! 🙂
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Thank you!
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*snicker* Heh, that’s riiiiiiiiiiiiiight – now you have a Beehl *and* a Pheel… You might should have that checked out, ya know…it seems they’re breeding. At least they’re funny, though. 😀
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Fucking pussies popping up out of nowhere… no wonder I’m such a Smut Queen… please tell me they’re not breeding that would indicate a yeast infection or something… I don’t think there’s such a thing as a funny yeast infection…
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Heh, I know, right? And guess what: apparently in some universe I’m also considered a smut queen! Me…right… (*hurriedly hides Anticipating and Godric Wakes…and some parts of Andre…practices innocent look*)
Hey, we can rule side by side and create peace accords and musicals and our own version of Olympic events… This could take on a life of its own.
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Pussy Olympics? Who will win the smut-a-thon? I’m fine with the peace accords as long as we’re both clear this is a military dictatorship 😁.
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Exactly. Our armies can meet every spring and exchange recipes and shit. Ok, maybe not shit since B/Pheel went around stealing it all, but it’ll all come out in the wash in the end assuming there’s no shortage of bleach. And we already know Beehl will win the PO…he always does. At least he finally gave up knitting.
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Don’t forget the obligatory yearly mating ritual which is there for reasons no one understands, this could mean Beehl could finally get laid and find a new use for those knitting needles…
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That’s where being Smut Queens cums in really, um, handy. Our art would surely help that occasion along. And, as that will most definitely be a one-time event, he’d probably want it immortalized in various and ass…sorted odes and tributes, too. Magnifying glasses would cost extra, though.
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Of course we need to pay for it all somehow, it’s not like we do this shit for free.
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BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*breathe*HAHAHAHAHAHAHA*breathe, sip coffee, check mail*HAHAHAHAHA…
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You are a saw dust tactician–not a smut queen. 😉
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Hey gorgeous! Thank you kindly and you are so right – sawdust rendering requires much finer attention to those flannel details (and better shop-vacs)!
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Oh, crap. This shit is getting on everything!
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Well shyeah, Bill’s probably never seen it before… he has no clue what to do with it…
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[…] Hisviks At First Sight Beehl the Constipated Cat […]
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Since WordPress is being mean and I wasn’t receiving your updates, I hadn’t seen this before. That’s probably for the best. How can one grade papers and snicker/snort/guffaw at once. The poo on poor Pheel’s hand is–just–epic.
Kat
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Heh, well that was Meridian’s suggestion so blame her for the ‘snickortaw’ that would have emerged…
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Pheel & Beehl… Such stinkers… Love them…. I am re-reading Ooshka’s long Homestay + sequels story and it has a completely regular house cat named Bob who, according to Homestay’s Eric, is quite the menace… I always now visualise that Bob as Beehl…
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*squirms uncomfortably because I desperately want to tell you about another cat named Bill with bangs but can’t because… reasons!* Argh!
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I just love this, I laughed so hard my daughter was worried.
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😍 LOL! Scaring others with laughter is always good in my book!
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Note: Needs more Pheel…and phiber…
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Eek an Aaahrt critic! 😱
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Ouch – just pulled my funny-bone muscle laughing, but Pam said she enjoyed the show.
That Pam.
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Huh, always figured Pam to be more of an appreciator of abstract vaguely (pink) floral paintings that look like labias…
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She does…has a rather vast collection that she cycles through semi-annually, but she’s looking for something to “spruce up” her (humans’) kitchen. She figures that’s where more Pheel and phiber might come in handy. Poor Pam, she has such a thing against constipated meals.
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Well if she’s looking for business oppurtunities that result in better meals perhaps she’d be interested in hiring Pheel and hid liberal distribution of phiber to be placed on cereal boxes 😀
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Ohhh…I can just see it now: Pam’s Perniciously Precious Preventative Phibrous Products…(for human consumption only)… That would be a great side-line to her Kitschy Kitchen Korner – Vampire Kitchen Remodeling Services business.
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Sigh, all this effort to ‘eat’ out… ehm in, I mean. I think…
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…nah, you totally meant it.
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You know me too well…
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…and adore you anyway… *sigh, friendship* Pam would pretend to wipe a tear at this point then throw food at us. It might not be, you know, EDIBLE food, but it would be food. Sort of.
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Well at least she’d make sure we wouldn’t be constipated, she’s thoughtful like that 😁
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*nod* That’s Pam – so thoughtful…
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