I'm twisted.
Posted on 10/19/2005 6:24:15 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
A tea cup pup.
Has the heart of a mastiff.
You need to photo shop a fox hound with a fox collar.
What's wrong with that?
I'd have lost that bet..
Would have thought the first song after Ray Charles would have been Pink Floyd and the Dogs of War.
Hanging in there, thanks! Have you been keeping busy?
My fanny is to tired to pick up and walk out of here tonight.
I'm gonna put it in a peach crate and carry it.
Glad the witching hour chilled! My day was busy enought to keep me hopping but fortunatly not enough to make me crazy. I got alot accomplished so that is a good thing.
You holding up ok?
Very true...
I think I know that tune.
Yes'm..
Not a record day but close. In the top 5.
Very cute! What kind of dogs do you have? I hope I haven't asked this before---sometimes I wonder about my mind! LOL!
I've been so busy..
I'm gonna meet myself coming put the door one of these days!
Ms.B
Who wants dirt in the pie crust.
Besides, you need maple or marble.
ROFL! Never heard that one before--but I've been there, especially at Christmastime!
I'm twisted.
THE CURTAIN RODS
She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases.
On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things.
On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candlelight, put on some soft background music, and feasted
on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of Chardonnay.
When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp shells dipped in caviar, into the hollow of the
curtain rods.
She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.
When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days.
Then slowly, the house began to smell.
They tried everything, cleaning, mopping, and airing the place out.
Vents were checked for dead rodents, and carpets were steam cleaned.
Air fresheners were hung everywhere.
Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days, and in the end they even paid to replace
the expensive wool carpeting.
Nothing worked.
People stopped coming over to visit.
Repairmen refused to work in the house.
The maid quit.
Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move.
A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not
find a buyer for their stinky house.
Word got out, and eventually, even the local realtors refused to return
their calls.
Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a
new place.
The ex-wife called her ex-husband, and asked how things were going.
He told her the saga of the rotting house.
She listened politely, and said that she missed her old home terribly, and
would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting
the house back.
Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on a price
that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth, but only if she
were to sign the papers that very day.
She agreed, and within the hour his lawyers delivered the paperwork.
A week later the man and his girlfriend stood smiling as they watched the
moving company pack everything to take to their new home, including the
curtain rods.
I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING, DON'T YOU????
Heh-heh! I love a good a good REVENGE story!
At least! I love Smoky because I had a Yorkie and a Silky, and they were the most impressively courageous dogs I ever knew.
I've had a lot of dogs, mostly large all the way up to Saint Bernard. Big dogs don't need to be courageous. Tugging terriers are like little alligators, strong jaws that grip as the body spins and twists huge chunks of flesh, and will never let go.
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