And what does someone from Montana know from hummus?
I worked for Delta Airlines in FAI back from '87-'89. She was flying out one day to ANC and was shipping a bunch of her dogs out. The kennels were too small, she had left the leashes on the dogs and she didn’t have some required things in the kennels (all USDA rules, not Delta rules). I pointed out the problems to her and that we’d be unable to ship them unless she fixed the problems, and she friggin FREAKED on me. Screaming “Don’t you know who I am?!” (swear to Og, her exact words). She demanded to speak to a supervisor and then complained to him for about 15 minutes. After the screaming didn’t work, she then claimed that I had been rude to her and had (GASP) used foul language with her. (This is after she called my supervisor an asshole no less than 2 minutes earlier).
Plus her dogs smelled better than she did.
I’m sure she’s a lovely person in a different setting, but she kinda turned me off at that point.
to sum up:
1 - She’s stupid.
2 - She treats her dogs like cattle.
3 - She smells.
4 - She’s stupid.
Vaya con huevos,
Wally
Go with Eggs?
Interesting story. She’s well-known, but she’s not exactly The Donald. I don’t understand people thinking they’re able to do as they please simply because of notoriety.
As a side note, I have a friend who was VERY familiar with Joe Reddington and claims the guy used to club puppies that weren’t going to work out as sled dogs or that couldn’t be sold. Don’t know if it’s true or not, but the guy was quite the local icon.
Huevos or Carne, your choice. Who am I to judge. 
I don’t know, but wouldn’t he go better with fava beans and a nice chianti?
Awww! I love corgis. I’ll pick them up when their cute little paws get cold! I’ll bring some hummus and dog treats, too…
Dude, the next time this happens, I demand that you tell me in advance, so that I can test out my Chrysler. 
(Need to get a stereo installed so I can blast the soundtrack from Christine while I’m taking aim.)
Ever since reading the OP, I’ve had “Don’t you go where the huskies go and don’t you eat that yellow snow.” running through my head.
Dude, didn’t know it myself, until I ran into the twerps while bicycling.
I don’t think it was well-planned.
The little fact that the driver loved chicken made this little story even better! If only I could see the expression on his face when he laid on the horn. Fuckin’ PETA.
Unless he meant, “Go with Balls(*)”.
(*testicles. yarbles, nuts, family jewels, y’know)
Iv’e got a recording that gets ATTENTION. A steam locomotive at full throttle with bell clanging and the whistle wide open. The duds look around all jumpy like they were sitting ducks on the rry crossing.
Well, depending upon which KFC it was, they might have been in earshot of the rail lines anyway, so while your’s would certainly be applicable to some situations, it might not work so well in this instance.
I meant to include Friends Of Animals in this little rant. Another bunch of self-righteous pricks, if’n you ask me. Priscilla Feral can go suck a goat.