Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool’s gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy bumping, he’s busy dying
Cold hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colors from our sight
Red is gray and yellow white
But we decide which is right
And which is just a bump.
Solstice bumping
[That’s from a Harry Dresden novel, yes?]
[Bette Davis] What a dump! [/Bette Davis]
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Yes. I forget which one. The last line is also good. “Why did you get large breed puppy chow?”
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Maybe because somebody had a large breed puppy?
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The owner is always the last to know. My niece got a mixed breed puppy whose mother was a lab. She and her mom were expecting a large dog, maybe a little bigger than a lab. When Nova was grown, she could knock things off of the kitchen table by wagging her tail. She also blew out her knees one at a time. Sometimes it’s hard being big.
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Girls just wanna bump fun.
One time, a bunch of friends and I were gathered at Buddy’s house to watch the game. We had beer, pizza, potato chips, nacho chips, dips, pretzels, and pretty much everything else that would keep sports fans occupied for the duration of the game. All the snacks and drinks were on the coffee table in front of the TV.
Then Buddy’s dog, a beautiful golden retriever named Mike, came in. Two swipes of his tail, and the coffee table was cleared. We were normally glad to see Mike, but not that day!
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Sometimes, snacks are important.
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Well, they are. But what Mike was really interested in, were the many appreciative pets from the guys. Which made him wag his tail and clear the coffee table. Thankfully, the beer was (mostly) saved, and we had plenty more. Oddly, Mike showed little interest in the snacks that were now on the floor as long as he was getting attention from the guys.
Meh. We gathered the snacks back onto the coffee table, had our beer, and watched the game. Mike was with us, and after his entrance, snoozing, mostly. In spite of that episode, you couldn’t hate Mike–he was a good dog, a friendly dog, and a pleasure to be around.
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Mike is a good dog who has his priorities straight.
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Mike was a good dog. He passed maybe 35 years ago. But I still think of him fondly.
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A moment of silence for Mike.
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I wouldn’t bump this thread with a 10 foot barge pole.
If I could bump that way I would need talcum powder.
I haven’t been able to bump that way in years… with or without talcum powder.
Play some disco music, because we’re all gonna …
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Let’s get dat mosh pit goin! I feel a need to …
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