Kinja has zinged me. See the following contribution then look up "zakat". Protip: it's not a restaurant guide.
I was riding in my truck with my husband and 2 children and we were following a woman to the playboy mansion. The lady was driving extremely fast and we were trying to keep up with her. It was a winding country side with lots of trees. My husband was sight-seeing and swerved off the road. We were speeding through brush when we came out onto a road again. He was going so fast and could not slow down. The road turned into a lake. I screamed at him to stop and he scoffed that we had a Land Rover and that it could ride in water. I told him he was an idiot and that it could ride in water up to its wheels. I rolled down the window and jumped out. I told him to get the kids and get out of the car. The car was slowly submerging itself into the lake. My husband gave me my son who I put on my back. He grabbed my daughter and we swam to the road. When we looked behind, all we saw were bublles of my lovely "Lilly" (the Land Rover).
The End.
Spot was in my arms while the little ginger-striped white kitten was trotting along as my shadow. We reached an area lit by a bare lightbulb which had a closed metal door, a barstool with a red cushion and a payphone. The kitten dashed ahead and leapt up on the barstool. She grabbed the receiver in her paws and started batting at the coin return flap. That's when I pulled out my cell phone and called raddidge telling her about the little kitten trying to make a telephone call.
When I got raddy on the line all she did was laugh and I didn't get a chance to relate the kitten's shenanigans.
