Mr. Buffie Doesn't Do. 26Feb09

Our friends like to tease Mr. Buffie about his penchant for being particular. When it comes to food, music, cars, clothes, computers, anything. You name it, he can name something about it he doesn't like.

So I started making a list of things Mr. Buffie Doesn't Do.

Here we go.

Mr. Buffie doesn't do:

Raw green vegetables.
Prince music.
Fords.
America's Next Top Model.
Dogs.
Sauces containing vinegar.
Domestic beer.
Madonna.
Thunderbirds.
Fancy trucks.
Onions.
Led Zeppelin.
Pet rodents.
Wool.
Flip flops.
Turtlenecks.
Whole milk.
Taco Bueno.
Cold weather.
Starbucks.
Calvin Klein fragrances.
Bratwurst.

Dave Matthews' voice.
Ape-hanger handlebars.
Small boobs.
Folding laundry.
Modern interior design.
Garlic.
Tuners.
Microsoft products.
Negotiating for "car lengths" on Pinks.
Fringed jackets.
Facial piercings.
Text messages.
Economy cars.
Memphis style BBQ.
Celine Dion.
Lolcats.
Cold sandwiches.
Cigarettes.
Abstract art.
Diets.
Hi-top sneakers.
Wood working.
Chocolate chips in his ice cream.
Yoga.
Punk music.
Diet cola.
Pickles.
Sports on TV.
Make up tutorials on YouTube.
Any kind of pr0n with a 'core'.
Card games.
Sushi.
Supreme pizza.
Instant messaging.
Port wines.
Jeopardy.
Honky Tonk songs.
Incense.
Sleeping in.
Shiatsu.
Gardening.
Pie ala mode.
Spin Magazine.
Alfredo sauce.
Cole slaw.
Persian cats.
Shrimp scampi.
Anything on the Oxygen channel.
80's era Corvettes.
Wax museums.
Gangsta rap.
Church.
Broccoli and cheese soup.
Running.
Video games.
Finches.
Chip dip.
The Bee Gees.
Foreign films.
Salad dressing.
Cake with ice cream.
Line dancing.
Bleu cheese.
Baseball cards.
Bagpipes.
Horseback riding.
French cuisine.
Refrigerated peanut butter.
Pimp My Ride.
Anime.
Bow hunting.
Religious films.
Pointy toe shoes.
Pinkie rings.
European Techno music.
Science fiction novels.
Body building.
Turkey burgers.
Brticoms.
Chevelles.
Competitive ice skating.
Math.
Electric cars.
Zealots.
Rob Thomas as a solo artist.
and
Cigars.

The end.

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Buffie Wastes a Minute of Your Time. 12Feb09

I warned you.

(Thank you Conan O'Brien and your friend Frankenstein, for the neato idea!)

That's all I'm saying about that.


No secret that I dig junk TV, right? We all know this, yes? Ohkay. Oddly enough, even I have television standards.

Who gives a shit about the Kardashians, really? /Really./ ... 

Also, what is going on lately with the tabloid shows and Jessica Simpson's "weight" or Mischa Barton's lack thereof? Which one is it, Hollywood? You have to make a decision on what sizes are acceptable because you're fucking annoying everyone.

Earlier tonight, Charo was in a sound deep kitty cat sleep on Mr. Buffie's lap. Whimsey was sitting next to me on the ottoman, enjoying having her chin scratched. Since she was being a nice kitty and also because Charo is bad at taking turns, I decided to try and sneak Whims a little kitty nip. 

Veeeeery q u i e t l y I opened the lid. Silently shook some out for Whimsey. Tried to put the lid back on making less noise than a mouse going pee pee on a pillow, but Charo's ears *instantly* turned right to me. I was busted so fast.

You can't sneak up on a cat. And if you do, it's just dumb luck. Even a kitty so fast asleep that the electronica channel on the sat rad won't make her twitch a whisker knows the sound of the catnip tub being opened and closed.

=)

And now Buffie has wasted a moment of your time.