It’s sad that I’m resorting to recycling so early in the game. But I happen to like this post so what the heck.
Originally posted on Fear No Weebles:
At least, when it comes to animals, this is true. Maybe you’re the same way.
You know what I mean. You could be in the middle of an intellectual salon, discussing Sartre’s philosophy or sharing your views on string theory. It doesn’t matter. The minute your dog or cat walks in the room, your IQ drops about 80 points.
I think this graphic illustrates this phenomenon most clearly:
I have 3 cats (the Weeblettes). All I have to do is look at them and I can feel my neurons fusing together into a lump of putty. “Who’s a good kitty?? You are! Yes you are! Oh yes you are. Goochy goochy goochy goo!”
And that’s if I’m still somewhat articulate. Otherwise it might go something like this:
Fortunately, the Weeblettes are pretty tolerant of my yatterings and don’t seem to mind. And Mr. Weebles has had plenty of time…
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