They say, “The sun even shines on a dog’s ass some days.” That’s a purely mathematical argument. What about the dog that knows his ass can only do one, disgusting thing? What if the dog knows that the humans in charge of its welfare kind of resent its ass for the one thing it can do? What if, knowing all this, the dog believes his ass unworthy of the sun’s light? I highly doubt that dog’s ass will ever see the light of day.
I am the self-aware dog’s ass.
[Post script: Some people say, “Even the sun shines on a dog’s ass some days.” I ask those people, “What’s shining on the dog’s ass the other days?” Probably your mining helmet, perverts.]
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