Question: Is it a bad sign if you get too

Question: Is it a bad sign if you get too lazy to smoke weed? I had the bong all loaded but just couldn't get motivated to fire it up. Instead I played

my electric sitar; well, actually I just pushed the demo button. But where was my dog? "Sparky, more Cheetos!" I ordered. I had trained him to bring me snacks, bleach my socks, and

tune my mandolin. But it was these particular tasks that expanded Sparky's horizons and helped my dear little mutt to evolve beyond me. At first we sat in companionable silence,

but then I interrupted him blogging one night. Due to lack of thumbs, Sparky was writing on my iPad. I read over his sholder. "Cats! they think they're so smart. Gotta Go PIR."

"So, snooping from behind my back, heh?" Sparky said. "Wha-" Yeah, Sparky had met the same scientist that had raised Caesar the ape. "Ha! Man's best friend my ba**s, now I'm in cha

-cha-cha-chaing all over your face! The human intelligent dog stood up and danced all over their scientists face. The dog whipped the scientist with his leash and said, "Bad

Scientists, BAD!" The scientists, terrified and strangely aroused, attempted to subdue the revolting humanoid-dogs with rolled up newspapers, but to no avail. Nothing seemed to

to work until someone shouted "bacon!." The scientists whipped their heads around in unison. The head humanoid-dog thought to himself. "Pavlov my ass. You are mine." But the bell

for his dinner began ring, & it was as though great iron bells tolled his canine funeral. He fought the instinct, "Curse you Pavlov!" but it wasn't enough. In walked his nemesis,