peewee
I had two things that I was intending to mention here as the two highlights of my day at work and now I can only remember one. Damn my depleted brain cells. So I'll replace it with - reading Kirk's reply to my last post. Mostly the last part about dead babies. Dead babies make me giggle.
The absolute highlight of my day (right now, just thinking about it I am laughing hysterically...alone in my apartment) - an incredibly fat whippet (the small greyhoundesque dog, not the recreational sort) named Pee Wee who wears a red sweater. His owner is this really crazy old lady who comes into the convenience store all of the time. This dog is fat. Really really fat. If you know whippets, you know that they're mighty skinny dogs normally, just like little greyhounds. This dog has got to weigh twice what it should. The best part is that its head and legs are perfectly normal. (I really am laughing like a maniac at my mental picture of the poor bloated thing) Today it was wearing a red sweater, but not a dog sweater, a sweater that should be for a child. And its name is PeeWee. If any of you remember how hard I laughed at the picture online of the dog with a sign around its neck that said "I eat Poop" imagine that, times ten, when I'm not actually exposed to the dog. I have a problem.
PS - Please tell me that someone still has the website of that I eat poop picture, I miss it.
The absolute highlight of my day (right now, just thinking about it I am laughing hysterically...alone in my apartment) - an incredibly fat whippet (the small greyhoundesque dog, not the recreational sort) named Pee Wee who wears a red sweater. His owner is this really crazy old lady who comes into the convenience store all of the time. This dog is fat. Really really fat. If you know whippets, you know that they're mighty skinny dogs normally, just like little greyhounds. This dog has got to weigh twice what it should. The best part is that its head and legs are perfectly normal. (I really am laughing like a maniac at my mental picture of the poor bloated thing) Today it was wearing a red sweater, but not a dog sweater, a sweater that should be for a child. And its name is PeeWee. If any of you remember how hard I laughed at the picture online of the dog with a sign around its neck that said "I eat Poop" imagine that, times ten, when I'm not actually exposed to the dog. I have a problem.
PS - Please tell me that someone still has the website of that I eat poop picture, I miss it.