Los Angeles...

I went to see Val for a long weekend. I love LA, so it was a great visit. I had been missing Val very much. She's a beautiful woman, a beautiful soul and the best friend I've ever had. It's hard to have such a great friend living so far away. The last day there, I got so sick I wanted to kill myself. We went to the pet shop at the Beverly Center. Well, that wasn't the main reason we went there, but I wanted to see the puppies. I wouldn't have wanted to hold the little black bastard Pomeranian if I knew it had poop all over it. How NICE for me! Do you have any idea about what I wanted to do to that dumbass high school girl that handed me the dog?? Anyway,...I took my shirt off for the ride back to Val's house. I really didn't want the crap to be all over Val's car. She wasn't too happy with me either and her friend couldn't stop laughing. I had my shirt draped over me, but when stopped at a stop light and a Priest was walking across the street staring at me, the laughter was just outright unavoidable. I almost peed my pants from laughing so hard. And I thought it couldn't get worse.
I was a pretty good sport about it all.

I no longer want a dog.