I had a can of beer with my favorite football

I had a can of beer with my favorite football team's name on it. Life can't get better than this.

Oh my God!

Dudley the dyslexic dog came running but yet again poor Dudley became confused between god and dog. Dudley's often gets confused with commands and although he is loyal and loving

He fares best using his DoggieMac and DoggieCam. What amazing inventions. Dudley works while I sleep and shows me his work when I get out of bed. His blog at wordpress is wonderful

Dog Breathalizer. For when you want mother-in-law to leave, or space in the theatre. Man's Best Friend's product was neatly packaged in a

hound's tooth atomizer that one could discreetly whip from one's pocket and spray orally whenever one wanted horrendous dog breath. Mormons at the door? Send them flying! Salesman

selling Moist Armpit products door to door? He owe him your mortgage and he knocked you up with twins and you're a guy. I guess that dog breath spray didn't work on him. I should s

lide by this guy with room to spare, I thought but he chose that moment to shift his weight. Suddenly I am enwrapped in his natural manly odor. Tendrils of hair hang over

his scarred beer belly, which is growling. His breath stinks, reeking of something I couldn't quite put my finger on, something meaty. I am confused. He looks at me, grinning.