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I took Heidi for a walk in the park today, where she promptly retrieved for me two pigeons and a small seagull while I slouched on a park bench and tossed birdseed to her victims. That, people, is what you call a symbiotic relationship. Also, please take note of her delicious new sweater. She loves it. And by “loves it,” I mean “wants to eat it.”
A guy just walked past my window wearing no shirt. Dude, it’s warm out, but not no-shirt warm. What are you gonna do come August, when we’re pushing 100°? Oh, right, lose about 40 pounds and shave your back.
Also, to the woman hanging her bethonged buttocks out of the windowsill across the street: your dumps are in no way like a truck, truck, truck.
Sincerely,
Aaron Feaver
I’m kind of against clothing on dogs. Isn’t it warm where you are? Why the jumper? Just a fashion thing?
Comment by Pierce — March 12, 2005 @ 7:29 am
I’m against cloting on dogs too. And yes, it’s very warm here. My boss bought her the jumper, but, except for posing for a few pictures, she hasn’t really worn it. It makes her look like a caterpillar.
Comment by Feaverish — March 12, 2005 @ 10:50 am
A fat catterpillar. Oh wait. Caterpillars are fat anyway.
A hairy caterpillar. Oh wait…
Comment by Pierce — March 12, 2005 @ 5:40 pm
I’m against any clothing on animals, although, needless to say, there’s nothing funnier than a monkey in a wedding dress.
Comment by Slippers — March 13, 2005 @ 6:41 pm