A Sad Day. . .
Martha Stewart, whose name makes my skin itch when I hear it called out, lost her beloved Chow dog in a freak propane explosion at a kennel in Pennsylvania. No one wants to lose a pet, especially under bizarre circumstances, but really, who in the hell names their dog Genghis Kahn? And I wonder if she pronounced it like Queen Ketchup John Kerry does?
Ok, I'll lay off on Martha for her dead pet.
Although I will not lay off on what a smug, pretentious and unrivaled, smarmy crone she is. Successful business woman, yes. Nice person? Not a chance.
And on top of all that, I know a secret that few have privilege of knowing. Have you noticed that Martha Stewart hasn't changed her hairstyle in about, oh, on the safe side, 15 years? Know why? Know why?
Because behind the layers of that frou frou chop reside earlobes the size of brontosaurus pork chops!
Yes, you heard it here first. And I bet she's got years worth of chewed gum stuck back there too.
A Question. . .
Linder asks, do I think I can get Bobcat, Wildcat and Black Kitty to get along like the animals in the video below and the resounding answer is: a cold day in hell.
Hooray For Monday. . .
I'm turning over a new leaf here at The Toast.
On Monday's, instead of making my eyes bleed with rage about some miniscule injustice, I will begin to post happy items for your enjoyment.
So enjoy this and sit back to wait for Tuesday. I can't stand Tuesdays. . .
Some Say. . .
. . .the end is near and even Bobcat prescribes to the premise.
Dr. Peter Venkman, facing the prospect of the end of the world once said, "Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together... mass hysteria!"
The end has arrived. Painted in the face of a slack-jawed dog. . .
And the rich green eyes of a black feral cat.
Hang on folks, it gets rough from here on out.
One day. . .One Day. . .

I will eat your face as you sleep.
Little Doggie. . .

Dog and House
Guanacaste, Costa Rica - March 2005

