Lauraw wears crocks
Up with the sun, gone with the wind
Everyone said Pup was lazy
Leaving my home
Leaving my friends
Running when things got too crazy
Out on the road, out ‘neath the stars
Feeling the breeze, passing the cars
I think my dictionary has a Bob Seger filter, it tried to change “Passing” to “Passin”.
Rock on with your bad selves today my friends.
Jimbro Motivates the Masses
Dancat Wants to Watch CNN
Alex Has Relationship Goals
CARincat Would Like to Speak to You About the Charging Cords
Pendejo is Getting Raptured and Shit
Mare Doesn’t Like Saying the Same Thing Twice
Wiserbud Tones it Down
Phatdog Comes Back from Europe
Pupster Fulfills the Prophecy
Minime Tells Roamiedog About Gym Class
Osodog Spots for the Forklift
Well, the Academy Awards are here again. Yay. If you think you’re sick of hearing about them, try living in Southern California. It’s all they talk about on the news for the next goddamn week.
Most of us aren’t big fans of Hollywood (or as one guy I heard one time called it, HollyWEIRD–delightful!) but maybe you saw a couple of the movies that are nominated this year. Are you rooting for La La Land? Hidden Fences? Something else?
Ah, who am I kidding? We’re all boycotting the Oscars. Not for the politics (okay, maybe a little bit because of the politics) but because the most deserving film of the year wasn’t nominated:
I’m just hoping John Wick 2: The Wick and The Dead gets nominated next year. Probably not, though.