fuck. there are a couple coffeehome assholes annoying me with groundbreaking save the world business. try seed patents, you fucking hippie. that's where it starts.



on my way to the bar last night, i almost hit a dog. but it's okay, because someone else already did.




meet princess mingo post bath-and-a-haircut.



lx says she's a schnauzer. i nodded.



after removing the rope from around her neck and all of her knots and mattes and facial blood from her hair.... she looks much more charming.

she can sit and shake. neither barks nor minds baths and grooming.



any takers?



((despite this photo, i promise, she's not ACTUALLY a ghost-dog))