Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Post Script
P.S. If I am found dead in a heap on my dining room floor, it is simply because I can't breathe due to all the gas my doggy is emitting. Damn her anus. All of the windows are open and it's still inconceivably suffocating in here. Fare thee well.
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We tried putting a cork in our dog to stop this, but the poor bastard floated away.
Maybe I should have tied a string to him.
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