Archive for August 18th, 2010

If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em. Instead of fighting off those jeans mom puts on my head when I sleep, I just sleep with it like a blanket. It’s not very toasty, and they kind of smell funny. I bet she farted in them. She’s good at that. Sometimes I’ll think her fart is someone at the door and I’ll bark to keep whatever evil is outside away from us, but then I realize it was just stinky evil air coming out of mom’s butt.

xx,
Oakie