Last night I dreamed that three guys were trying to crate three rabid dogs for removal to the pound and, once inside the crate, the dogs turned on each other.  In his panic to resolve the situation before they all killed each other, one of the men grabbed a screwdriver out of his ute and stabbed the most savage of the dogs repeatedly in the neck ( Read more... )

 URGH.  Cosmos.  What are you doing? Was that really necessary ( Read more... )