Damn Nicknames
I'm getting sick and tired of all the nicknames my dear mother feels so inclined to bestow upon me! I about tore into her shoes tonight because she gave me the worst one yet... flatulent old man. Bitch! I can't help it that I burp while my food is digesting or that gas exits my posterior. I'm a freakin' dog, so throw me a damn bone! Oh well, I'll teach her... when she's not home I'll try to get into her room, weasel my nose to open her closet door and get her shoes again! Muwahahahaha, Muwahahahaha... I've gotten to her new running shoes before and I'm not afraid to do it again!
Earlier this evening, things were pretty cool. The mo' took me on an awesome run through the foothills. Too bad it took her a couple days to get me oot and aboot (that's how my uncle Paul would say it... jk Ma, I know you read this). I just love running through the bushes, peeing on whatever I can raise my leg to and squatting over the lower bushes. A dog's paradise! Tonight I noticed that the water level is getting lower... dammit! I love to play in the water and lap it up into my mouth - like liquid crack I tell ya - especially when I'm runnin' around like a fiend :) Well, that's it for this evening's post. I'm diggin' this bloggin' (not literally - Ha!). Guess my mom's ultra-geekiness is startin' to rub off on me. Ah well, it's not like it will affect my chances with the hot bitches out there, especially considering I've got no balls... yeah, literally - but don't laugh or I'll bite your ass off! Don't worry, I'm jus' playin' foolio ;)
