Who knew the debate about whether older parents are better would be kicked off by a couple of little bitches.
For nearly two decades, I grieved the loss of my original Roomba. The little robot vacuum that couldn’t.
Don’t care what the Chinese say, I’m calling 2021 the Year of the Rat.
2020 was obviously the Year of the Dog. The pandemic put us all at home. Heaven for most dogs. Free treats and walks all day.
Who knew that murdering bitch Carol Fucking Baskins could be a comfort to all mankind?
The Sugar Mama knew, that’s who.
After finishing the Peace Corp, my brother dropped out of corporate America and became an organic fruit farmer in Washington state. Remember the Hippies and the Yippies? That’s not him.
I was watching one of those bullshit Hollywood chat shows, when I heard something interesting — yeah shocked me to.
Ignorance can be bliss.
I wish I had never learned the “breed” name for my little pandemic puppy.
I’ve had dogs that liked me, but they always “loved” other people. This past few weeks I found a dog that actually loves me. If I’m lucky, for the next 15 years, I won’t be able to take a shit by myself.
The Bear and I inherited a grand-dog — 12 pounds of a manipulating mutt — and now it seems we can’t go to dinner without her.