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my freaking pugs are so goddamn cute. I know this photo is very old, but when they kick the bucket I'm going to have them stuffed & posed like this, so in a way, it's more of a psychic photo of an event that has yet to happen. Also, I will have Lola shrunk back down to size, using a combination of saran wrap, Egyptian herbs & the microwave.
Ah little puggies, I know you'd serve your country proud if the armed forces weren't biased against flat nosed dogs.
The missus Jonson is always asking if I know any good jokes, and sadly enough, I can never remember any. Fortunately, this thread on Metafilter seems to have every good joke ever written, so I'm putting it here for quick reference.
If you are an evil overlord, and you only have 72 henchman, you might not want to piss off Thai action superstar Tony Jaa, because I have video evidence that he can defeat at least 72 henchman, provided they all attack one at a time.
Awesome - I always knew that the only thing missing from chess was more fucking.
Anecdote one: a few years ago I took a road trip with my friends Aaron & Wes. The purpose of the road trip, ostensibly, was to cheer up Aaron, who was feeling exceptionally lonely as he had no girlfriend, and worst of all, Kirie, his beloved dog of 14 years had passed away a month before.
In the middle of the Nevada desert, when Aaron sighed & said "you know what I'll miss most about Kyrie?" Wes chimed in with "the feel of his furry little nuts resting on your chin?"
I think we all learned a lot about ourselves on that trip.
Anecdote two: When I was in the early stages of my relationship with the future Missus Jonson to be, she was waxing poetic about an old boyfriend, specifically contrasting my constant state of worry & negativity with his eternal optimism. She mentioned that the source of his sunny disposition had been a bout of testicular cancer that had claimed one of his nuts, and nearly his life, in his late teens. After that scare, she said, life's little worries never got to him. My immediate response was "so he's more of a 'my sac's not half empty, it's half full!' kinda guy, then?" She was not spectacularly amused, but I swear in my thirty some odd years on this planet I've never been nearly that clever before nor since.
