Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.- Postman
"It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog." - Mark Twain the crazy cat Dude
Last night Pinko (the commie dog) let rip a stinker. However, the rest of the family blame my ass. I had to explain that it could not be me that fouled the air. You see, my farts smell like roses. Whereas, Bipole (the crazy dog) replied "It is evident that you are suffering from some sort of olfactory dysfunction, or are completely delusional. Olfactory hallucinations are not unheard of in individuals suffering from mental health disorders."
That dog won't hunt...
|Poor Pinko... He did not pay his special cat tax|