Fur Babies

It’s Flo, the Christmas Boxer! She’s coming home tomorrow.

(After a week like we the one we just had I thought we could stand to look at something that doesn’t give press conferences then flounce off into the night. And when she shits on the floor it won’t require congress to agree to the clean-up)

Pandaazzz! At the Sandy Eggo Zoo. The unwashed masses insist that Stinque Overlord Nojo make a day trip to the zoo (tax write-off, natch), to see how Butterstick 3.0 is doing. Besides, dear hamster, it will do you good to go outside for more than a cigarette and langostino burrito down the road. The fucking iPhone app will still be there waiting for you to program it when you come home.