dognapping

'"let the dead dog lie" is not common i.e. I have never heard it, nor do I like it.'

sometimes i imagine my different dictionaries having little soirees in my room. conversations come up as i peruse one or the other. Maybe there's english-french, brittle for lack of exercise, chatting up the dictionary of sexual terms left on my twelve year old bed (and rotted in my hands since, without an heir), the two of them tittering to find out that their host (me) has looked up the same nine words in both.

I read the line above in the voice of my bitter, neglected webster's abridged, utterly supreme its dominion over the common, and defensivlet hateful towards anomalies.

As per the title. I really got dogknapped last night (we just got a poodle... and then she was robbed!). it was one grim day, though the dog is safe.

there goes the punch line, but ill explain later in length when my head comes down from a 24 hour binge of diet soda and tears.

peaceful

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