Wednesday, March 4, 2009

March 4, 2009; The Upper Hand?


If you wait long enough, someone dumb opens the door.

I decided to have a dump last night and I did it right in front of the Mooks, looking straight into Mook A's eyes as he yelled, "No! No! Bad dog!" But that's all he did. No paper swatting, no smack, no pitching me outside. 
The thing is they still haven't figured out that I speaka da lingo so I heard A say to B, "Do you think he was trying to tell us something; like he really needed to go out?" What a pair of ultra-maroons! But then A, the imbecile, went on: "The problem is he's so cute I find it hard to punish him." My God!, what do I have to do to get out of this fucking place? Shit in his ear? 

What an enterprising dog can do to an Xbox battery pack

But then it got positively surreal. A, again: "Why was I the only one yelling? Why don't you be the heavy sometimes?!" Ah!, thought I, a button to push! So I pushed pushed pushed. I spent the rest of the night snubbing A until he was being so nice I thought he's suck my useless cock to get back on my good side. NOTHING IN LIFE IS FREE, MOTHERFUCKER!! NILIF MY HAIRY ARSEHOLE!

Now I figure if I can't get out of this place, I might be able to enslave these two myself and soon will be the alpha dog, as I should be. 

Watch me.

When the paparazzi get into your face, you have to get into theirs

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