Oh, Urban Outfitters. You know just what dog is the best. That’s why I had to buy this men’s shirt. I don’t even care if it’s for dudes, I was rockin’ this shirt down Robson yesterday. Woo!
Archive for September 17th, 2007
I am currently sitting between two of the stinkiest dogs in the city! They keep silently tooting out these horrific farts. It’s always the ones that don’t make noise that stink the WORST. I guess maybe the dogs are extra stinky from me having to give them “don’t eat your own poop” pills. I started them on a new brand yesterday because I managed to catch Zelda face first in a turd a few days ago.
I just don’t get it. How can a turd taste any worse? I mean, I haven’t eaten a turd myself, so I wouldn’t really know the fine dining that is poop, but I really can’t see anything appetizing about a steaming hot pile of poop.
