Who writes this shit? We do. Why? Because words ooze out of our minds like snot out of a nose. And because if we wrote better, we might be proper writers.
A Day In The Life Of An Untrusty Hound - It's A Dogs Life Part 1
I have heard it said (due to the fact I have wozzin' big ears), that "a dogs life" is a bad thing. I say chish and nonsense to that. How do I know? Because I, my bi-pod friends am a dog. To be more precise, I am a full-fledged, no-nonsense, paws as big as . . . erm . . big paws, big eared, pointy faced German Shepherd. I am beautiful, sleek, fluffy and a dream to live with.
I Waged A War On Myself - Now I Am A Peaceful Nation!
Today as I wandered aimlessly with my untrusty hound, I contemplated the differences between me now and young me. I guess the one main point that shines like a Hollywood movie star's mirror is how happy I am being me now, but I really was not all those years ago.
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