I will be doing the final part of The 12 or so Days of Christmas Pat Style tomorrow.  But I needed to share this little tidbit that happened to me last night.  This is the weird shit that seems to follow me wherever I go.

Last nigh the Lukester came by because he was bored and he knows I rarely bother to leave my house on Sunday.  We decided to head out to the porch to watch some TV(it's actually a sunroom but we all still refer to it as the porch).  It was cold so I fired up the ol' gas heater for a little warmth.  As I made it to the TV I noticed one of the worst smells I have ever had the displeasure of smelling.  It was overwhelmingly bad by the time I made it back over to the heater and turned it off.  Somewhere in the back of my mind I finally realized what it smelled like.  Anybody here ever try to piss out a campfire?  Well it smelled like that only worse.  I can only guess that one of my cats had decided to mark the heater as his own.  At least I dont think my father or I came home so altered that pissing on the heater seemed a good alternative.  The smell had not idsapated at all when Luke left after Family Guy.  I could even still smell it some this morning when I left.  The worst part is that I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have to burn it out of the heater with all the doors on the porch open.  Boy the neighbors are going to love me for this.