What's that? Selena Gomez's ass? Oh my GAWWWWWDUH! PAAAAAA-RAISE THE LAWWWWD! Spoiler I'd eat a communion wafer out of that mud cutter. Yeah. That's nasty.
Question: What the fuck is with these homeless people having dogs? Seriously, it boggles my mind. Why would somebody think to themselves, "Well, I don't have any income or a place to live. OMG BUT I HAVE A DOG THAT PROBABLY EATS MORE THAN I DO, I'M GOING TO FORCE HIM INTO A TERRIBLE LIFE FOR A DOG WHILE CONSEQUENTLY MAKING IT ALL THE MORE DIFFICULT FOR EITHER OF US TO REMEDY OUR SITUATION."
I dunno, one reason that comes to mind right away is protection. Y'know dog food doesn't have to come out of a bag or can, right? How do raccoons in cities get so fucking big?
I'll say this in favor of most homeless people with dogs I see in this city: they're dogs generally look better fed than their owners.
Dcc posted something a little while ago to the effect that it really isn't bad for the dogs AT ALL. I'll refrain from making that point where she can mo' betta'.
Hey Jordan, I hear reading what nom types makes you A Gay. You probably should see a doctor about it, just in case. Wouldn't want to diminish your interest in sex with fat chicks.
He seems like a "take what I can get" kind of guy. One day he's going to run out of fat chicks and have to reenact brokeback Mountains in his ten-gallon yeehaw hate, snakeskin boots, and nothing else. Hey bro, you know gay guys LOVE snakeskin right?
I normally don't drink hard liquor, especially during the week, but I'm desperate. I haven't had the inspiration to write anything since last Friday and I have some benchmarks I want to get done by the end of Friday. Scotch here I come. Edit: Ok this is the first time I've ever drunk scotch. Is it supposed to taste like cigarette butts?
In a nutshell: dogs don't need much. At all. Water, food (you'd be surprised how little, and they're born scavengers. They'll eat anything and survive on almost anything) and to be balanced. I saw what I assume was a homeless person's belongings at Walmart today. And before you ask why I was there, shut up. It was the FOURTH store on my quest for an adapter, and wouldn't you know it, they actually had it in stock. But I digress. Homeless person's worldly possessions were left outside on the side walk in front of the main doors. Big backpack, sleeping bag, guitar, and a dog. The dog was swaddled in a big blanket, perched atop of all the stuff. It was the most relaxed, laid-back dog you could imagine. Not aggressive, not wandering away, just chilling out waiting for his human to return. I find that most dogs belonging to homeless people are very well cared for; just not in the soccer mom, materialistic sense we think of as implying 'well cared for.' They are at ease, they are never (or very rarely) separated from their pack, their basic necessities are looked after and they're allowed to be dogs. They aren't pseudo-kids, they aren't high strung, they aren't confused about what's expected of them. Contrast that to your average family pet and let me know how many of THOSE dogs are so psychologically sound.
Take a half a step back here. I'm not gay bashing anyone one here, I always thought the dude was into girls with all the pictures of naked ladies he posts on here. I said ew because I thought he was a straight dude watching gay porn, which is kind of gross (IMO> some youporn videos aren't titled properly). If he's gay then whatever, it dosen't effect me in anyway shape or form. For the record: If you hammer one nail no one calls you a carpenter, you bang one fat chick everybody calls you a chubby chaser. I don't like fat chicks guys, just because I fucked one or two out of desperation and/or oppurtunity dosen't mean I'll marry one.
Plus, it's easier to beg for scraps behind a restaurant if you have a dog then you can share a romantic smooch like Lady and the Tramp while eating thrown out Chipoltle burritos.
I'll tell you what. If this house ever burnt down, or I lost my job and had to foreclose, or [whatever scenario you can imagine that causes me to be homeless], I would be THAT person with a backpack, a blanket, two dogs and nothing else. If I had to pick between them and any possession I own, it's no question. We three shall be panhandling on the street while Rome burns.
You're right, you're not gay bashing anyone here. You're just bashing homosexuality. I suppose that IS marginally better. Touche, sir.