What pictures do I have to talk about today? Goddamnit I hate driving. Drove 80 miles each way for a job south of Denver. I get mad driving 3 blocks. Fuck Cars! 
Archive for May 21st, 2008
My dog looks like a fucking murder scene, syrupy blood slowly dripping from between his red stained teeth. His tongue looks like someone shoved a half-cooked rib eye in his mouth. The blank stare in his eyes says something between “I want to eat some fucking food” or “goddamnit what the fuck did you people do to me??!!” Blood stains on the temporary sheets we’ve put on his favorite place to lay his head might be helpful with blood splatter patterns if this were some sort of CSI investigation. There’s a pretty good chance he has cancer. Maybe the fact he has a fucking racquetball-sized tumor under his mouth? They don’t know yet for sure, but just in case we’re hanging out with him all night and getting drunk. I’m pretty sure he’ll like that. He really likes licking cold beer bottles and cans. We don’t give him beer, although it may come to that. He just likes to lick the sweat off people’s cans and bottles. That’s why we’re so adamant about Lager drinking with us. He just likes to socialize.
I just though about making a new paragraph. May be a good idea if I start a new subject, although Lager’s pretty much all I think about right now. You probably never think about how much a dog may be such an integral member of your family. Well, they pretty much are your family. I’ll just stop saying shit till I find out more. Wish us luck, he’s a pretty awesome fucking dog!
