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Originally Posted by Greenie
Who knew such a little dog could make such a horrible noise while sleeping.
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The problem with a dog that small is that you'd feel bad if you gave it a swift nudge with your foot (aka: kick) to stop his snoring. I get up and throw things from my desk at my sleeping dogs. Makes me feel better.
It looks cold and white outside. I should stay in.
Tonight is the annual get-together-for-dinner-type-thing for my wife's side of the family. And where are we going? You got it: The Goddamn Golden Corral. Cheap fucks. This is organized by her father and stepmother every year and it annoys the hell out of me each and every year. Her polyester-clad stepmother is the cheapest wench alive who has inherited millions of dollars of property from various childless aunts and uncles, though you'd never know it by her lifestyle. People tell me I should schmooze her with hopes of an inheritance, but that's nuts. Firstly, people like her never die. Secondly, I'm too much of a 'live for today' kind of guy to alter my personality with hopes of being liked by someone I wouldn't otherwise want to be around. Thirdly, she's going to give it all to her goddamn church anyway.
Think of me when you're eating your home cooked dinner in the company of people you enjoy this evening.
