The sign read, "No Smoking Dogs!"
I looked at the desk clerk.
"Sooooo, if my dog smoked cigars we wouldn't be welcome, or I can't barbecue a dog, oooor, no lighting a dog on fire and watching it smolder?"
"The vending machine outside sells plastic cigarette smoking dogs....they stink"
I checked my pocket for quarters.
Bwahahaha! Of course you'd go for the kill.
ReplyDeleteHa! Corey, I've missed you. This cracked me up--and also serves as a nice snarky commentary on our general way of life, in all its plasticness. You turn off that Tanya Tucker and have a kickass weekend. Thanks for playing!
ReplyDeleteI would too. Damn them!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
SSSSSSSSSSSmokin'! Woof!
ReplyDeleteWhat about smoking cats? I had a cat who would climb up in my lap to inhale pot with me, years ago. That was a kickass cat too. But if one smokes dogs, be sure to use a good rub.
ReplyDeleteCouldn't resist that smokin' dog could you? Love it!
ReplyDeleteThere are some tales only you can tell.
ReplyDeleteSo then you get yourself a Cinnamon Wunderbaum or?
ReplyDeleteHahaahahaha!
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