In the golden years before the leash laws,

In the golden years before the leash laws, Pagliacci, Schatzi and Pepe were out out their evening cat patrol, when the big black poodle picked up the scent of a bitch

in' new Camaro. Schatzi the Big Black Poodle had always wanted to drive a Camaro. But Pepe and Pagliacci had told him, "We have no opposable thumbs." One night, while marking their

territory after a hard night of drinking (dump puddles make the best piss)), Schatzi spied a Camero -- w/hand controls. "Look! No need for thumbs!" Pepe was skeptical. "What if

the car breaks down, and I need to hitch a ride?" Schatzi couldn't imagine that and said, "A Camaro? Break down?" Schatzi would've kept going, but Pepe put on the brakes.

We parked the car and had it towed. Now its June 2016 and we know we made the right choice to abandon it. We now have a 1991 Jaguar. It is much better.

He is a good guy and I will be a good driver. I am using the same glasses and I will be a good chaperone to John McCain. The other

passenger was unnamed in my instructions but I recognized her as Connie Francis, a nightclub singer. I had seen her act the previous summer at a Newark Howard Johnsons. Blindfolded

though the audience was, they could still see that Connie was a no-talent hack bound to end up as a truck stop lot lizard. Still, there was just, something, about her. I grabbed Co

lorado and put it in Oregon's place. That looked better. Now, Connie might have a chance of winning, since everyone knew Colorado was the truck stop lot lizard capitol. Connie bett