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Thursday, December 01, 2005

dogs playing poker, that's the shit.

I received an email from someone at work who needs to give away 7 golden retriever puppies. I fowarded the email to my mom since she's the only person i know who even has a dog. Unfortunately for the puppies, my mom already has her hands full with Tootsie, the Pomeranian, but she and my step-dad Mike said that if they were retired they'd take all 7.

I say if you'd take all 7 i say to hell with that, i'm pretty sure that 7 dogs equals one horse. And if it's no dice for the horse, at least get all different types of dogs (ei: wiener, sheppard...) so that we can make them play poker. That would be awesome.

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