Doggedly searching for the crux of the biscuit.
When a door-to-door tattoo salesmen with homemade equipment offers his services, say no.
When you're arrested for staging fights between pit bulls and wild boars, don't use this defense: "[Hog-dog fights are] no more cruel than when I do bird hunting with my dogs."
If you join the priesthood, don't knock up your cousin.
TrackBack"Beware of deals in parachutes, brain surgery and tattoos," said Miller Cotton, a tattoo parlor owner."
Damn, now what am I going to do with all those fire sale chutes? But, anyway, the surgery seemed to come out fine....maybe I'll go ahead and jump.
Posted by: DW at January 28, 2006 11:35 AMYeah, but you have to admire someone who thought being a door-to-door tattoo artist would work...and was right!
Posted by: Sheila at January 28, 2006 04:06 PMapos mate
I wonder why God has so many bent servants?
She certainly seems to pick overly horny ones.
Also, I'm surprised those people getting take away tattoos weren't talked into getting IDIOT written on their foreheads.
Hog-dog fights typically match a pit bull terrier or bulldog against a wild boar in a pen for 60-second bouts.
So how does this work, do they ring a bell and the animals go back to their corners? Or is it always all over but the mopping by that point?
Posted by: M/tch M/lls at January 29, 2006 05:53 PMThe animals are trained to stop for commercial breaks.
Posted by: Sheila at January 29, 2006 10:46 PM