Lets see how fast I can throw this together
Pupper Post
The one that roped us in … LOOK AT THAT DOG! Is that not the cutest dog you’ve ever seen?
On the ride home. She really looks super upset about being torn away from her family.
Side eye. She doesn’t trust you guys.
This is what she looks like from the top.
They obviously can’t stand each other.
What happens when you add ANOTHER NEWFIE? Graham is taller, and thinner than Moose (and is my nephew’s dog). As you can see, they get along horribly.
This is Moose when I took him to the do -it-yourself doggie place.
The Oschi.
Poor dog – shouldn’t have that many issues. But she was as sweet as can be despite that.
Remember when Leon used to do Mushroom stuff? I found this out by my chicken coop – looked like a portabella to me. Weird.
On last picture – me and Ian at the show last week:
Public Urination
What’s up with the current rush to coarsen everything in society. From San Fran to NYC everybody is pissing in the streets.
I thought it was a french tradition. Now it’s all fashionable to drop trou and go…
I guess gone are the simpler times of panhandling.
Thursday Teabagger Treat
Well, after covering coffee last week it was only natural that I shift my focus to its Limey bastard cousin; tea. Surely tea drinking began somewhere in China and caught on elsewhere along the Silk Road trading route (I just made that last part up but I’ve found that if use terms like “Silk Road trading route” people will often believe the rest of the verbal diarrhea that flows from your mouth). Alright, where were we? Tea. Pretty popular drink everywhere. Great Britain. Ireland. India. China. Wakanda? Not so much.
Happy Hostage Thanksgiving
Here it is, the big day. Food, family, fellowship, football, flatulence, fellatio if you’re lucky (hopefully not with your cousin you sicko). Tell your mom that I said “Hello”. We made our turkey this past Sunday since we’re traveling today for dinner at the in-laws. The leftovers have been mostly eaten and the excess frozen to avoid getting the turkey trots.
Carin ought to wear these under her skort for the next turkey trot
That picture with the Pilgrims and turkey runners reminds me of my youth when we would dress up as Pilgrims and Indians and sit around the table eying each other nervously. One year Uncle Bubba blasted a neighbor with his musket when he showed up unexpectedly dressed as a hostile tribe member.
POS Post – Code Name: Snake Juice
Ahrite you lazy bitches/bitchettes –
get up!
When you hear “Snake Juice” what comes (heh) to mind … ?
No – N0 – NOO!
What change looks like
The Official Sports Team of The Hostages
Honorary Hostage David Thorne – Epic E-mail Exchange
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