Friday, July 24, 2009

He Must Spend a Fortune on Snausages


So today I'm reading an article on MSNBC's website (because that's what liberals read, you fascists!) about a gentleman with a love of dogs. Hey, I love dogs too. I don't want to own any, though. I've had two dogs in the past seven years and to say that they were living breathing nightmares would be an understatement. However, I think dogs are wonderful animals and deserving of good homes. That being said...

The subject of the story, who shall remain nameless because they didn't name him, owned a few dogs. Over one hundred, to be exact. He was a classic hoarder but instead of hoarding shoes or newspapers or his own urine and toenail clippings, he hoarded canines. He was so into this hobby that he not only hoarded live dogs but he also hoarded the ones that died. Yes, when the police were called to investigate the elusive foul odor coming from our dog lover's property they not only found 112 live dogs but they also found 150 FROZEN dogs! Several freezers filled with dead dogs were found in the basement.

Pictured in the article was the man's outwardly nice home. Nicely trimmed bushes, neatly clipped yard, well kept brick building with a white front door. Not the type of home you would assume to be a kennel. As one would expect, when investigators entered the home they had to don masks because of the overbearing odor of trash and feces. It seems the man didn't let the dogs crap on his neatly manicured lawn because that would be stupid! The odor just recently became apparent because the man had masked the odor by sealing the doors and windows. Perhaps the stench became to much for him and he had to air the joint out.

What's the point of this blog? Well, just to point out that that dude is shit nuts! There you go, Chuck.

Friday, July 10, 2009

The Science of Friendship

I was listening to a the Bob and Tom Show this morning, a show that gets less funny with every hair that the hosts loose (and have you ever tried to watch the TV show; it's unwatchable!). They covered a news story that stated, according to a scientific study, the average friendship lasts about seven years before said friends move on to greener pastures. The majority of people that I consider friends I have known for far more than seven years. I have family members that I consider some of my best friends as well. That being said...

Never one to piss in the face of science, I would like to let all my old friends know that your services are no longer needed. Yes, we've had some tremendous times, heartfelt moments, shared holidays and birthdays together and experienced things that only true friends can experience. So it's been real. I also have to cut my wife loose. You are the love of my life but apparently my life is cut into seven year increments so hit the bricks, sister. Dylan, my son, you are on warning. We've only got four years left. Make 'em count, boy! Marley, my beautiful daughter, live it up...six years and we are over! I wish I'd known this all sooner. I've known some of you clowns for twenty years or more! Good God!

Time to hit the bars and do some networking. Got to meet some new friends. I've got seven years until I do it all over again. This is going to be great! So long, a-holes!

Thank you, Science, for setting me free! Bring on the empty void!!!