Discussion in 'The Howard Stern Show' started by MutteringJohn, Oct 5, 2014.
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Foster Dad, please stop reading the paper and play with us!
With the multiple open litter boxes
Someone please tell Howard he's half a billionaire and can buy ones with covers so he doesn't have to smell cat shit with his morning paper
Is the one he's holding named Obama?
I love the smell of cat shit in the morning
Kittens are not evil.
little white one looks just like my cat except mine has two diff color eyes
oh and its sad that this is how beef trys to get attention very pathetic
Hey Howard hold these cats for one second....... OK CLICK! Ok now give em back to me.
I wish she would stop referring to wigward as "foster dad". He wasn't even a proper dad to his biological children.
Emily in particular *wishes* she had gotten as much attention as a cat. Or even his shark tank.
This. Was about to say - he walked out on his real children and now lets his new wife refer to him as "Dad" publicly to a bunch of fucking cats. What a guy.
Howard Stern -- The King of All Pussies.
kittens are people, too
to the mentally ill, that is
he has a shark tank?
Not now. When he was married to Alison and hid in the basement from his family he had a custom, huge shark tank built into his basement.
IIRC, he talked about how they kept commiting suicide by jumping out.
wow, I did not know that.. was it hush hush like the bowling alley? Pretty sad - ignore your entire family, the only people in the world who give a shit about you.
When Daddy Warbucks agrees to pose, she jumps all over that.
Surprisingly, no. He talked about it quite a bit at the time he had it.
But he did sort of play it in a whoa-is-me I am so sad, dark and alone down here kind of way
Look, my wife likes kittens, so I like kittens....
Does this mean that Chimney Manor could potentially become these kittens' 'forever bowling alley'?
Correct, this was during the time he spent his evenings in his basement with Ralph, chatting on the Internet with Jessica Hahn and porn stars while Alison was upstairs tending to three young human (at least Alison's half) children. Times have certainly changed.