Kitty Kat’s Halloween

(Verse 1)

Wake up in the morning and I stumble out of bed,

Gotta grab my shotgun, put a helmet on my head.

Zombies outside, moaning in the street,

Gotta be quick on my feet, can't accept defeat.

(Chorus)

What's up Zombie Cat? Whoa, whoa, whoa,

I said, what's up Zombie Cat? Whoa, whoa, whoa,

Watch out Zombie Cat, don't scratch me like that,

I'm just trying to survive in this undead spat.

(Verse 2)

They're lurking in the alleys, creeping 'round the bend,

Zombie Cat with glowing eyes, time to make amends.

Got my crossbow ready, arrows in the air,

Gotta hit the mark, show 'em I don't care.

(Chorus)

What's up Zombie Cat? Whoa, whoa, whoa,

I said, what's up Zombie Cat? Whoa, whoa, whoa,

Watch out Zombie Cat, don't leap and attack,

I'm just dodging zombies, trying to stay intact.

(Bridge)

In this apocalyptic town, where the dead roam free,

Zombie Cat, you're looking hungry, but you won't catch me.

I'll climb the highest rooftop, I'll jump the widest gap,

Watch out Zombie Cat, you can't close this gap.

(Verse 3)

Through abandoned buildings and the streets of dread,

Zombie Cat chasing, hunger in its head.

I found a safe haven, barricaded up tight,

Zombie Cat scratching, but it can't get a bite.

(Chorus)

What's up Zombie Cat? Whoa, whoa, whoa,

I said, what's up Zombie Cat? Whoa, whoa, whoa,

Watch out Zombie Cat, I'm closing the door,

I'll survive this night, I'll fight a bit more.

(Outro)

As the sun rises, and the undead retreat,

I'll keep on moving, with quick and nimble feet.

What's up Zombie Cat? You're just a part of the spat,

In this zombie-filled world, where survival is a fact.

Sonic goes Treat or Treating

 

Blue Llama, All righty then.

Introducing the Hindu Kush strain, a herb so divine it'll have you thinking you've reached enlightenment, or at least a higher state of chill. This strain is like the yoga guru of the cannabis world, bending and twisting your stress away. Let's take a journey to the mystical mountains of relaxation, where the air is filled with the scent of enlightenment and a subtle undertone of, well, something that rhymes with "marijuana."

Picture this: You're on a magic carpet ride, except the carpet is your couch, and the destination is the ultimate Zen zone. Hindu Kush is like a wise old sage, gently whispering, "Dude, relax, life's too short to stress about that report due tomorrow." It's the kind of strain that makes you ponder life's big questions, like, "Why do they call it a 'building' when it's already built?"

This strain is so potent, it could probably teach your dog to recite Shakespeare. Expect a calming euphoria that hits you harder than a sudden realization during meditation class. Your worries will melt away faster than that pint of ice cream you devoured during your last Netflix binge.

But beware, my enlightened friend, moderation is the key. Too much Hindu Kush, and you might find yourself in deep contemplation about whether pineapple really belongs on pizza. Spoiler alert: it does.

So, grab your yoga mat, light up some Hindu Kush, and let the cosmic giggles commence. It's not just a strain; it's a journey to the center of your own chillness. Namaste, and pass the rolling papers.

 

Canada sends its best to help in Gaza

Once upon a time in Ottawa, there lived a mild-mannered sandwich maker named Melanie. Melanie. had a special talent – she could craft the most exquisite sandwiches that could bring tears of joy to anyone who took a bite. Little did he know that his sandwich-making skills would soon play a pivotal role in bringing peace to the Middle East.

One day, as Melanie was perfecting her art at her small sandwich shop, she received a mysterious letter. To her surprise, it was an invitation from world leaders in the Middle East, requesting her presence to help resolve their long-standing conflicts through the power of sandwiches. Intrigued and slightly confused, Melanie packed up her secret sauce and her trusty sandwich press and set off on a journey to make sandwiches for peace.

Upon arriving in the Middle East, Melanie was greeted by leaders from different nations who were tired of the endless disputes and conflicts. They hoped that the magic of Melanie's sandwiches could somehow bridge the gaps between them. Melanie., being the easygoing Canadian she was, agreed to give it a shot.

She set up her sandwich station in a neutral location, a giant picnic table in the desert. As leaders gathered around, Melanie began crafting sandwiches inspired by the diverse flavours of the region. She made falafel sandwiches with a maple syrup twist, hummus and poutine wraps, and even a shawarma poutine creation. The aromas wafted through the air, and tensions started to ease.

As the leaders bit into the sandwiches, they couldn't help but be delighted by the unexpected combinations. Laughter erupted, and discussions about the ingredients turned into talks about common ground. Melanie, with her infectious smile and sandwich diplomacy, managed to bring people together through the universal language of delicious food.

Word spread quickly, and soon people from all walks of life were joining the sandwich summit. Reporters, citizens, and even local musicians brought their instruments, turning the event into a Middle Eastern sandwich festival for peace.

In the end, the leaders signed a historic peace accord, officially naming Melanie as the "Sandwich Ambassador for Peace." Melanie. returned to Ottawa, humbly resuming her sandwich-making duties, but her legend lived on. The story of the Canadian sandwich maker who brought peace to the Middle East became a beloved tale, and every year, people from all over the world gathered to celebrate the anniversary of the Great Sandwich Summit.

And so, thanks to Melanie's sandwiches, the Middle East found a new recipe for peace, one that included a dash of humour, a sprinkle of understanding, and a generous helping of deliciousness.

 

New House for friends

 

See How They Run

 

(Verse 1)

See how they run like frightened knights,

Chasing the Grail through the mystical nights.

Brave Sean, not so keen, in his armor so bright,

Watch Sean run away, oh, what a sight!

(Chorus)

Watch Sean run away, watch Sean run away,

Brave Sir Robin, he's not here to stay.

In the face of danger, he won't delay,

Watch Sean run away, through the forest and the bay.

(Verse 2)

Sir Brave Robin, so gallant and bold,

Declared, "I must leave," in a story well-told.

As danger approached, his courage grew cold,

Watch Sean run away, as the story is unrolled.

(Chorus)

Watch Sean run away, watch Sean run away,

Brave Sir Robin, he's not here to stay.

In the face of danger, he won't delay,

Watch Sean run away, through the forest and the bay.

(Bridge - Monty Python Dialogue)

Brave Sir Robin turned his tail and fled,

Yes, brave Sir Robin bravely turned and fled.

He fled from danger, as danger often led,

Bravely ran away, oh, the tales widespread!

(Verse 3)

Through the hills and the valleys, Sean made his escape,

With clinking armor and a rather hasty gait.

No hero's welcome, just the sound of his cape,

Watch Sean run away, in this parody landscape.

(Chorus)

Watch Sean run away, watch Sean run away,

Brave Sir Robin, he's not here to stay.

In the face of danger, he won't delay,

Watch Sean run away, through the forest and the bay.

(Outro)

So, in the ballads of knights and quests,

Sean's tale is one of speedy rests.

Watch Sean run away, as the parody jests,

In the land of humor, where laughter infests!

Don’t Go Out Sad 190 - Female Hunter Destiny 2

 

Tom Rut - Warlock Destiny 2