dogslife

take 'er easy and get better soon, meng.

If you become a filthy zombie I'll crack your face plate with a good solid club. With a tear in my eye...

its times like this, i remember what my dear ol' dad used to say.

"WHAT THE HELL YOU DOING IN THE BATHROOM DAY AND NIGHT? WHY DONT YOU GET OUT OF THERE, GIVE SOMEONE ELSE A CHANCE?"

I'm making waffles. Perhaps I can put some in a catapult and fire them in your direction

Heyo. I sent you a SGNHS thingy a while back. Haven't heard back. Is it still through the works? Just give it to me straight. It's because I'm black isn't it?

That's a relief. I'd be skeptical of any club that would have me as a member.

I was following you for most of that until ...

Marriage? Beard? Seemingly unrelated, but somehow I feel you have the connection.

Actually, the bearded one is "married" to the young victim of my biting-crotch-grab maneuver in the following picture.

So, I don't think they're going anywhere.

and by "married" I mean in the Dogslife and Ginny sense.

Well, did your poem use the word gossamer?

I didn't think so.

Oh geez. Poetry is irrelevant now anyway. Pick up your guitar, man! Freestyle sumthin!

(Btw, maybe you can tell me why every academic prose/poetry I've seen in the past ten years has to do with memories of one's dead/dying mother/father....at a lake?)

I read about it in Saveur Magazine, and knew I had to go. I make the best gingerbread cake in the world, because I put Guinness in it. I have a hearty respect for people who cook with beer.

Oh, and wise decision on the latest admission, by the way. Regardless of the vote, I'd probably have made the same decision had I known who it was.

Good job on the admission, btw.

Welcome to the lesser of what I believe to be one of the three best groups on the site! We're in the middle of a civil war right now, so you better hit the ground running.

Panty Ravaging Tonic, thank you.

I'm relieved to hear you're in tiptop shape and also pleased for this other dog that I wasnt even aware existed. Though, damn you for making the obvious comparison to that Burt Reynolds impression you call a chest, to the four-legged provider of your internet name.

Damn you to the most enjoyable hell imaginable.


Oh, and in regards to your latestjournal entry HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAA.

In regards to the thought your fine woman in yoga pants with that thong peaking over the piping, thing

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Crypto-Hindu.

Hey! You're up & about! Hurray for hernia surgery!

Yeah, I'm actually really envious of the dog yarn lady - she seems so grounded....

Good luck.

Good luck with your guts.

Actually, it's a strategy game.

I could stare in that puppy's eyes all day.

I think we should form an impromptu band, call ourselves My Mom and the Chinese (you would retain all rights to the name if we wind up like Sting and Stu), and make brilliantly unlistenable music.

what did you do this time?

Wooooooooooooooooo! And I'm gonna finish it too, you unbroken grizzly.