Someone took a shit in the urinal in the men’s room at work. My coworker blames the deranged and I blame a four-year-old who’s never seen a urinal before.
Or the sky people.
My life is probably a lot less interesting now that I have a job I don’t hate. However, this hasn’t put a damper on the insurance industry’s enthusiasm for spamming my blog.
Here’s an odd thing about dog-ownership for you, though: I am, for the first time in my life, more interested in the excretions, secretions [...]
i managed to make her sit still
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Four out of five neighbourhood kids agree, Cloverfield K. Metronome Surname is awesome enough for Facebook.
The miniature pinscher is an ancient breed, and theories about its origins are varied and colourful.
When I brought her home, Sherry was with her class on a trip to Stratford. I text messaged her the following: “Our puppy is made out of all the universe’s best ingredients.”
That was before she inhaled her dinner, then vomited [...]
Sherry’s mom has a chupacabra digging complex tunnels in her garden and yard killing her plants. It is building a city and preparing the way for our new alien masters, the sky people.
It may also be voles.
Either way, we’re going to leave a bunch of open tuna cans to attract a population of cat people. [...]
clover
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This is Clover. We met her yesterday in Orillia, and she’s coming home with us next week. She is a Miniature Pinscher, born March 17.
She is tiny and soft. She thinks my beard is interesting and tasty.
Sherry’s mother, who was initially blasé about the prospect of us getting a puppy, immediately took [...]
Nice marmot
Originally uploaded by reegmo
The marmot and I were heading home at the same time, it seems. Me from work and he from digging holes in stuff and chucking wood. I was standing between him and his home so he nonchalantly scurried around me in the path, almost stepping on my feet.
The whole time I [...]
Right now The Sherry is blogging about how I love me some Battlestar Galactica. Details to follow.
Dear Hillside,
Just what is your deal, man? I mean, you’re a good festival, don’t get me wrong, and we’ve had good times together. But it’s getting harder and harder to get tickets.
First you decide early bird tickets are to be sold only to Kitcha-Toro-Water-Guelphians, and that the regularly-washed masses are going to have to shell [...]