Sigh……do I have to tell you again about the orange pills? I haven’t seen hide nor hair of the black dog since I got me some of those. Before orange/blue/pink/white pills (my doctor likes to vary the colour options) the black dog followed me around is if I was wearing a meat dress. Long before Lady G I might add. As for the white dog with the black/grey/fawn ear and the big red dog…no such pills exist. They are nice doggies, good doggies ……..
The black dog is your pervasive sense of ennui, and you’re making it go away and eat crack filled dog treats so that you can spring back to life. Did Vodka and Ground Beef beat me? It’s ok. I can take it.
At least somebody is working like a dog. My new assitant pup is anything but. At least he has been house trained and don’t piddle at his desk (anymore). Some people should not breed. ever. he does bring me the paper in the morning though… Which reminds me –
I had poor visual literacy on October the 30th, but I’ve come back for a brief visit to enjoy the view from the metaphor (as I had to come to it, rather than it to me.)
the other side of the mountain 
find any lint?
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Yes. Sadly, no Lindt.
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It’s always more fun to play with the dog rather than blog.
Where’s the treat for the good dog?
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It’s buried alongside all the other good things.
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Welcome back, Sir, you’ve been missed.
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I am mist.
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*howwwwwl*
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Your six minutes are up.
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You went to see a man about a dog?! I was wondering where the heck you were! Welcome back… 🙂
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You’re going to have to read between the lines:
_________
I got issues
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I’m sorry your dog dyed.
But I feel better now. 🙂
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Don’t worry, it was just a henna rinse.
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Welcome back! Was afraid that you had upset the tea lady and something bad happened.
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That’s the thing about things: they happen. Also shit, but that’s another discussion.
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The Why and What Whores?
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The wine and hors d’oeuvres.
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(Blinks politely.) Wishing you a long and healthy life.
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That’s what I’m afraid of.
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ah the black dog…. he troubles me too *hugs*
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He gets around, doesn’t he?
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just won’t let you be, huh? [sigh] i’ve got one of those too. haunting. and not much you can do about it expect time wound all heels.
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True. And Tom waits for Norman.
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🙂 rad
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gray
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Sigh……do I have to tell you again about the orange pills? I haven’t seen hide nor hair of the black dog since I got me some of those. Before orange/blue/pink/white pills (my doctor likes to vary the colour options) the black dog followed me around is if I was wearing a meat dress. Long before Lady G I might add. As for the white dog with the black/grey/fawn ear and the big red dog…no such pills exist. They are nice doggies, good doggies ……..
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Your doctor gives you blue pills? Is there something you aren’t telling us?
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In the famous words of Cesar Millan: TSCH!.
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Barbara Woodhouse would not approve.
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Once again, you come back and just profound everyone out of the water.
The dog is a metaphor for capitalism. The man represents Kim Jong-il, and the white background is big insurance companies and their lobbying power.
I’m right, aren’t I? Just say it.
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Well duh, obviously.
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A man and his dog: http://incwadi.wordpress.com/#RUSTUM%20KOZAIN
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The head of that nail never stood a chance.
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Where ya been?
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Physically, or philosophically? Actually, the answer is the same: nowhere.
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Are you back?
The blogosphere just isn’t as witty without you around…
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I’m still here. I’m just typing really slowly.
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If the dog were a cat, and the “woof” were a “meow,” this would be a really awesome post.
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Everyone’s a critic.
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The black dog is your pervasive sense of ennui, and you’re making it go away and eat crack filled dog treats so that you can spring back to life. Did Vodka and Ground Beef beat me? It’s ok. I can take it.
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Whatever two consenting adults do in private is ok with me.
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So. You weren’t really back, were you.
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it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing
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But can you say it in a Scottish accent?
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Was this a premonition of the ending of nursemyra’s Corset Fridays?
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I’m more of a sidekick than a psychic.
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Well, I can’t really add anything to what’s already been said above aside from I feel your pain.
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And I feel you feeling my pain. ‘Tis a vicious circle indeed.
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That black dog is a real bnastard. He will not get away on command. Or sit, or heel, or play dead. Have you had him neutered yet?
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I’m trying to drug him. Could take a while for the effects to kick in.
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At least somebody is working like a dog. My new assitant pup is anything but. At least he has been house trained and don’t piddle at his desk (anymore). Some people should not breed. ever. he does bring me the paper in the morning though… Which reminds me –
Q: What’s wrong with shagging the paperboy?
A: They’re not real.
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Ah, so you were the one searching for “origami porn”.
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I had poor visual literacy on October the 30th, but I’ve come back for a brief visit to enjoy the view from the metaphor (as I had to come to it, rather than it to me.)
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