| I had this crazy dream last week. I was a german shepherd, and I lived in this apartment building for dogs (not to be confused with a kennel.) The thing was, I had the hots for this really nice golden retriever, but she wouldn't talk to me because she was going out with the president's dog. So I got in a fight with him, and kicked the crap out of him, but she still wouldn't have anything to do with me. That's when I woke up. The weird part is, I don't even really like golden retrievers that much. |