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The victorious micro-dog, having ripped Howie Mandels midsection away to present to the Art Underwear Poodle, is dismayed to find that it is but stone.
All around, people looking half dead Walking on the sidewalk, dotted with melted chewing gum
And babe, don't you know it's a pity Manhattan can't be Madison
1. Veni2. Vidi 3. Volo domum redire !
Pic 1: You are advocating art over underwear by placing the artsy-fartsy dog in the picture.Pic 2: Obviously by taking a picture of a short dog, it's beginning to look like a dog theme.Pic 3: Because of my crappy dialup service, I'm unable to see the expletive picture.Ah, ha! vortex. It was an Althousian dirty trick!
Any self respecting male who walks around with one of those dogs needs a serious ass kicking. Or a tasing at the very least. Why not just trade in the backpack for a man-bag and complete the image.
As pants the hart . . . .
"Any self respecting male who walks around with one of those dogs needs a serious ass kicking"Little do you know, Hoosier, that small terriers have few rivals in the animal kingdom for assertiveness and tenacity. My Westie, Blanche, wouldn't hesitate to taser you if she knew how to work the controls.
Not being ceramic, Howie gets his clipped at the poodle parlor. Terriers can walk at a surprising good clip.
Little do you know, Hoosier, that small terriers have few rivals in the animal kingdom for assertiveness and tenacity.Which makes them even more annoying. Nothing worse than a 8 ounce yapping dog with a Napoleon complex.
The problem with little dogs is that their owners think they are cute. Indulgence causes a breakdown in canine heirarchy -- little dogs attack because they think they're alpha dog and have to protect.Re: the pictures. Having had a drink of water from the bowl in front of the artful underwear store, little shebu moves to find a cardboard cutout of Howie Mandel to piss on.
Career options for dogs?Art/underwear model.Pet.Lotto/Game show winner.
It's all about the inconguity:Art & UnderwearFrou-Frou Dog & Cargo PantsHowie chest & thighs
Note to women: Those black lycra tights do not resemble anything that might vaguely be considered "attractive".
How much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf)The one with the waggley tailHow much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf)I do hope that doggie's for saleI must take a trip to CaliforniaAnd leave my poor sweetheart aloneIf he has a dog he won't be lonesomeAnd the doggie will have a good homeHow much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf)The one with the waggley tailHow much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf)I do hope that doggie's for saleI read in the papers there are robbers (roof, roof)With flashlights that shine in the darkMy love needs a doggie to protect himAnd scare them away with one barkI don't want a bunny or a kittyI don't want a parrot that talksI don't want a bowl of little fishiesHe can't take a goldfish for a walkHow much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf)The one with the waggley tailHow much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf)I do hope that doggie's(Patti Page)
They're all conjunctions.Art and underwearDog buttDeal or No Deal.Conjunction Junction, what's that function?
It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I goI'm hearin motherf**kers tryin to steal my flowBut it ain't no thang cause see my nigga CoolioPut me up on the game when I step through the do'Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptiveUsin my styles like a contraceptiveI hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learntIt's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sackSo put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?)Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, nowTell me what's goin onIt make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozonesLone for the break-up, so take off your clothesand quit tryin to spit at my motherf**kin hoesSeakin of hoes, I'll get to the pointYou think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a jointYou'se a flea and i'm the big DoggI'll scratch you off my balls with my motherf**kin pawsY'alls, niggaz, better recognizeAnd see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I dieWhy ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-YIt's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg WorldIt's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg WorldThe Dogg's World(Snoop Dogg)
Trooper: I remember being fascinated with that Patti Page song when I was a small child, asking my grandparents to play it again and again (Lord knows why). Thanks for the memory.
Trooper: Do you mind asterisking the n-words in the previous post?
I don't know. All I can do when I see Howie Mandel is to marvel at how wonderful America is. If he can do it, so can you. If he's funny, you can be funny too. If he doesn't look like a freak show, well you don't have to either.Beyond that I think of my neighbor's yapping little mutt that I'm hoping a Great Horned Owl will snatch like he did my cat last year.
Ruth Anne, I am sorry I shut off the computer in the interim and can't seem to get into it, but if you tell me how to do it I will be happy to and will do so in future postings.
Trooper: My suggestion would be to copy and paste the previous post, create a new comment, edit accordingly, repost the new one, then delete the previous one. Any of your own posts have a little trash can below the time stamp. You can delete them forever with a couple clicks. Much appreciated. Not that I don't care for the artistry of Snoop Dogg. But out of context [this blog], some of his word choice might be misconstrued.
Ruth Anne, I tried your suggestion and I just couldn't figure it out. So I will let it stand for now, but I will be sure to correct all future posts. Sorry. Besides, I am letting the artist speak for himself, it is a direct quote, so it reflects on him, not on us or Ms. Atlhouse.
I see a carrier in the terrier, that will deposit the contents from the bowl to the billboard.
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