My house smells like beef jerky. not just the normal kind that comes in one little stick and is dried and petrified and squeezed through a tootsie roll mold, no. this smell is from a big poppa. it's from one of those cajun wrinkled sausages that only manly men eat just to prove that they're manly men. at least that's what i picture a manly man eating. beef jerky. from the name and it's stench only a manly man would chomp at the bit to get his ands on a piece of that..meat?
gross.
my house hasn't smelled this bad since we had a 20 pound cat originally named Shady Lady who peed in every corner of our house. she was like this fat stripper-named cat who i never was convinced was a female and had the brain of a pea.
i want a dog now. and i won't name it a stripper name. i think people name pets the most stupid names sometimes. i hate it when i go over to people's houses and their pet's name is anna or meredith or shannon or brandon. some people names are just reserved, or should be, for people.
for goodness sake, i never want a dog named meredith.
im going to take a nap. i have to go to traffic school tonight or my license is revoked. dangit.
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