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Monday, September 3, 2007
Aren't You Dogs Supposed To Be Helping Me?
One of the very few advantages of living nearby a major university is the presence of all the college-aged women in the area. I see them often while out walking my dogs: sunbathing, bike-riding, walking to class, and generally doing what girls do when not going wild. But inevitably, when one of these lovely young lasses approaches, one of my dogs squats to take a dump. So instead of smiling and saying hello to these women as they pass by, I am in the undignified position of bending down to pick up my dog's excrement. Thanks a lot, fellas.
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2 comments:
Your dogs are geniuses
If by "geniuses" you mean evil geniuses, I am inclined to agree.
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