me: our dog has a chip in her. sorry, our dog has some chips on her. i spilled chips on our dog. haha, actually, we don’t have a dog. i ate some chips, though. yesterday. no salsa.
judge: juror number four, you can go home.
when i was growing up my friend Debbie's dad brought home an injured mallard duck baby & they raised it with their puppy & that duck thought it was a dog & i'll never forget it & i've always wanted a duck
It's so funny that I love driving my car but I hate traffic and people and the government and some members of my family and my job and waking up in the morning and the unrelenting existential pain that will probably push me to the point that I drive that car I love off of a cliff