i got my dirty stoopidhead dog a great big fat stocking chock full of treats.
what do you mean why?
because she deserves it.
i'm sayin',
who else showed me any around-the-clock affection in a backhanded barbaric manner
all throughout this empty mutha-flippin' year?
nobody.
what?
oh.
i'm kind of like that, okay?
and not for nothin',
it's F*ing XI-mas, ninjas.
get with it.
appreciation, y'all;
from one big fat, doting, pathetic, smelly, ugly, belligerent jerk to another, y'know?
huh?
okay, well-
i'm not fat anymore, anyway,
but still.....
check the teleport:
my little olive loafie.
she's kind of a good friend, in her own brutal, backwards wayward demented demeanor.
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress needs a mascot,
and what could be better than a short-fuse cannonball of berserker savagery?
hell,
that nominates most of my blood relatives!
but on the ones,
olive the dog is dope...kinda.
and after all, the standard holiday-type over-the-top generosity had to go somewhere.
neighbors,
i picked the dog as a worthy recipient of the seasonal spirited hottness.
it's been a really really weird one, this XI-mas has.
but it's all really happening,
and that's the whole point.
i'm grateful to be home.
there's no place like it.
the welcoming warmth of the freezing forests of the woodsly goodness,
with my family togetherness activation in full effect.
that's what's up;
never quiet, never soft.....
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