| bro: what are you doing?
me: making yoga paws.
bro: why?
me: because my hands are too sweaty and i slip
bro: aren't you supposed to, like, be learning how to control your sweat glands?
me: no
bro: so you mean you can't even do yoga fire?
me: no |
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| when a guy wants a girl with money he wants Miss Independent. when a girl wants a guy with money she's a Golddigger. |
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| card 01: two fairy elephants holding a bell card 02: two gnomes high-fiving ("high-five" must be read in Borat's voice) card 03: alien skull card 04: ant's face card 05: two duck shadow hand puppets card 06: vagina w/ hood piercing in the shape of a hummingbird card 07: necklace card 08: two iguanas, stepping on a butterfly, holding flags underneith a longhorn skull, or a crossection of a brain card 09: two boxing poodles wearing dragon head dresses card 10: eifel tower durning new year's fireworks display
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| you would think i would know what to do in a situation like this...but i had to defer to my boyfriend.on my bike ride to work this morning i was too chickenshit to ride out of the bike lane into traffic to make a left turn so i rode into a parking lot thinking to wait out for the few cars to drive past and then cross the road. it was a good thing i rode into the parking lot otherwise i would have not seen him...i named him, Frank, in my head. we stared at each other for about a minute. he was trembling, and surely scared, and obviously injured. since i rode in i couldn't help Frank right then and there. i had to bike to work and hope he would still be sitting there in the short time it would take me to grab one of my coworkers to help Frank out. we brought him back in a box.
see, i had to call my boyfriend first because i know what happens to dogs whose owner can't be located or if he's unadoptable (remember he's injured, and sure, the money from licenscing is supposed to be paying for shelter animal's vetrinary care...but really, there are a lot of animals that need help and not a lot of money to go around): they only have a week to get a reprieve, otherwise...and in some way i didn't want to have it on my conscious that i sent a puppy to his death.
a few people wanted to keep him. but that wouldn't be right. upon inspection, Frank looks to be someone's lost pet: he was calm and let us handle him though he was injured (we assume he was grazed by a car) and he looks to be well taken care of (good teeth, no fleas (amazing for finding him outside), well kept coat...)). although he didn't have tags. we're thinking he's chipped. i'm hoping he wasn't abandoned.
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