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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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4 comments:
The Bad Friend Dept: "Drinking does not make morons. Morons can be equally sober. I think its moronic to go to a psycic for what to do and I really do not feel you care about me as much as you are jealous of me and always have been."
Ouch! OOOOO! This hits the nail on the head. I am so jealous that I am going to tear up my living room, kind of like this pooch, in a paean to my ex-friend. I'm starting on the sofa now. GRRRRooowwl!
This dog is either totally in touch with himself, or in need of therapy.
I just want to know one thing: Is this the same dog that was sandwiched between the seat back and cushion in the photo posted a few weeks back? If it is, in fact, the same dog, then I think he has expressed his anger in a healthy way. He was mashed, he was mad, he got down, baby. He is clearly in touch with the universal canine subconscious. I bet HE doesn't drink, and send nasty e-mails to his friends. We could all take a lesson from him. Better to tear up the joint than the airwaves.
I just want to know what that chartreuse thingy is. A trash bag? Renments of Pandora's Box that let envy out into the world?
I think what is was was a kitty teepee. If you look at the larger, sort of silvery thing, also lying on the floor..that was the top of the teepee. I think Rover here was pissed at the kitty, and tore her little nest all to pieces. Bad Dog is right!
But then again, maybe the kitty drank and sent him a nasty e-mail. On ne jamais savais. Slurp! Sister, won't you serve my favourite round. Garnished with catnip.
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