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dogshaming:

Can’t balance a checkbook.

Ed. Note: you and me both, dog.

dogshaming:

Pillow? What Pillow?

dogshaming:

My feet smell like corn chips. I have frito paws!

Editor’s note: So does my friend’s dog Kiki!! You are not alone. Mine smell like doritos (by mine I mean my dog, not me. Although….)

Where is the shame in this?  I’ve long enjoyed the fact that ALL dogs (n=5, in my case) have paws that smell delightfully of corn chips.

nyrbclassics:

It’s always the right moment for a quip from M. Jules Renardvia the Atheist Meme Base

nyrbclassics:

It’s always the right moment for a quip from M. Jules Renard
via the Atheist Meme Base

Prominent words from the novel-in-progress; created at wordle.net

Imagine my surprise, nay, my consternation, when without moving from his privacy, Bartleby in a singularly mild, firm voice, replied, “I would prefer not to.”
I sat awhile in perfect silence, rallying my stunned faculties. Immediately it occurred to me that my ears had deceived me, or Bartleby had entirely misunderstood my meaning. I repeated my request in the clearest tone I could assume. But in quite as clear a one came the previous reply, “I would prefer not to.”
“Prefer not to,” echoed I, rising in high excitement, and crossing the room with a stride. “What do you mean? Are you moon-struck? I want you to help me compare this sheet here—take it,” and I thrust it towards him.
“I would prefer not to,” said he.
Bartleby The Scrivener, by Herman Melville