Monday, August 23, 2010

He starts on the DogPatch tomorrow, Daisy Mae.

7 comments:

frigginloon said...

I heard it's a bitch getting the nicotine stains off their paws?

nursemyra said...

Not me. It's the cat

Love in the Dumps said...

lovin, LOVIN' this blog. Expect me here more. Also in your bed.

Cooper Green said...

Could be, Loon. I'm more inclined to notice those two-pack-a-day English Sheepdogs with little burn marks all over their fur.

Ha! Myra, those cats are low enough to the ground that they can light cigarettes off the hot water tank's pilot light. They've got a good little business going there.

Welcome, LITD, thanks for visiting and commenting. Sorry to disappoint, but ever since the family reunion the only one allowed in my bed is a huge cardboard cutout of Moms Mabley.

morethananelectrician said...

I never really considered the advantage of opposable thumbs as an advantage allowing me to light a cigarette. But I might trade it for a tongue that would allow me to "clean" myself.

Vodka and Ground Beef said...

I pray to God those are menthols!!!!!

Cooper Green said...

Hello, More, thanks for dropping by. Life is as much a trade-off for dogs as it is for humans. They need to get someone else to light their cigarettes for them, and we need to get someone else to lick us. I'm not sure that's a bad thing.

Of course he smokes menthols, Karen. When you've got no income, you can't be supplying all your friends with smokes. And nobody borrows menthols.