2001-01-22 - 19:14:00

I came home from the Partridge Family laser light show yesterday and my dog had knocked over that Japanese guy's ashes. Damn dog. Now there's a Japanese man all over my floor. Needless to say, I was pretty pissed, so I gave the dog some of my "smart" medicine.

ZANG!

Poor dog started humping everything in sight, so I did the only thing I could. I called up my friend, Germintine.

Boi-oi-oing: Hey, I just got a phone call from my mom. Her best friend is sick, and she wants me to come down there.

Germintine: Oh, man, that sucks. Is there anything I can do?

Boi-oi-oing: Yeah, as a matter of fact, the reason I called was to ask if you could keep Zipper for a couple of days.

Germintine: Oh, sure, I love that dog.

Boi-oi-oing: Oh, thanks, man. I knew I could count on you. I'll bring him by in a couple minutes. You gotta give him his medicine every four hours; I'll bring it. See ya.

Jackass.

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