Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
14 December 2007
Hello Timmy!
Say hello to Timmy this weekend if you see him. And Gustavo. They are both staying home together with Gary. Good luck Gary! Just me and the damn masters going on the sort of vacation to the cold Santa Rosa Fairgrounds with a Saturday night retreat at Motel 6. A life of glamour, is upon us. Fairgrounds. Motel 6. Dirt. 4am. Who woulda ever thunk it?
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