When I take Lucky for a walk, he’ll sometimes grab a bone to carry in his mouth for the entire walk. On the walks when he takes his bone along, he trots along like a dog on a mission. He does not stop to smell his usual smells. Cars and people that pass by (not that many, this is Vermont after all) must wonder what is sticking out of his mouth like a giant doobie. Never fails to crack me up.
PET PEEVE CORNER
I’m in one of my moods where I just want to vent and fume about things.
FAKE BOOBS. I can’t stand it when girls talk about getting them or think that they need them. For the love of God, boost your vain, immature, superficial ego some other way. Get into therapy and work on your insecurity issues and get to the root of your real complexes. Is your self-worth so low that you only feel good if men openly objectify you and other women hate your guts? Do you really want to look that disproportionate? If your body is not meant to have Barbie doll breasts, it is not meant to have Barbie doll breasts. There’s more to life than your appearance.
Are women with fake boobs even still capable of breast feeding? What happens when they get older and everything starts sagging except their pads of silicone? Even worse to contemplate, what is the life expectancy of silicone pads? If you get hit hard enough in the boob, will it pop? If you get old enough, will it spring a leak and gush into your bloodstream? I hope so.
PET PEEVE CORNER OVER.
Time to go walk Lucky. Let’s see if he takes his bone this time.
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May 1st 2007Misc