At least the Taco Bell dog has panache. This two-pound yapping vermin wasn't at all neighborly.
So, no more jokes about rat dogs, since they appear when I reference them.
From now on I'm joking only about supermodels and generous billionaires.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
el perro del diablo
I returned home from an early morning doctor appointment today to find a Chihuahua on my front lawn.
At least the Taco Bell dog has panache. This two-pound yapping vermin wasn't at all neighborly.
So, no more jokes about rat dogs, since they appear when I reference them.
From now on I'm joking only about supermodels and generous billionaires.
At least the Taco Bell dog has panache. This two-pound yapping vermin wasn't at all neighborly.
So, no more jokes about rat dogs, since they appear when I reference them.
From now on I'm joking only about supermodels and generous billionaires.
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He was well groomed, but vibrating with outrage at my mere existence. The stench of animosity wafted across my lawn.
Eighteen inches of unadulterated rage, all wrapped up in a frilly pink bow.
If he'd possessed opposable thumbs, I'd have filed a restraining order on the spot.
airborne Chihuahuas.
I'll never sleep again.
I wonder if an airborne Chihuahua resembles a flying monkey?
*shudder*
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