This must be a bad omen.
It was all planned. The three of us here on Friday the 13th.
HMM.... and i spose the fact that its saturday the 14th.... ah... you tricksters!
everyone lock your doors and put the children to bed... all hell's about to break loose!
zooby was in charge of the calendar.
hey, he's been a busy guy... bumper stickers don't sell themselves! sides, aren't you the responsible one of the bunch? er wait no i guess that is zoob... er no... danger... ugh.. ahem... um... i think you guys need a manager.
Zoobies are inherently unmanagable. Just stay alert, and show no fear.
I thought that was just their hair.
I don't believe I know Danger. Of if I do he wasn't all that memorable.
Is he the next recipient of the coveted pink ribbon?
What have I missed? Anything exciting? Based on the glut of emails in my inbox I was expecting to find a dusty, windblown ghost town or maybe something out of Orwell.
Take away the hair, and there's precious little zoobie left.
*whips out clippers*
wow, you're right that is a precious little zoobie.
I wonder how many merkins we can make out of all that hair.
Well that depends on...uh...never mind.
summer or winter fashion?
Little dogs shouldn't whip anything out. The laughter might kill you.
psssh... i don't think trib has anything capable of being "whipped out," you give him too much credit.
OOHHHH!!!! That one musta' hurt! The dog is DOWN, DOWN!!! he crowd is going Wild!! The suspense is UNBELIEVABLE!!!
...minutes have gone by folks with no news. The paramedics are still at work on trib, but so far...there is no sign of life...
I'll get his wallet. Someone grab his watch.
Awesome. Now I can afford to take Moonbear out for sushi.
Someone touch his eyeball. If he doesn't flinch, he's dead.
EWWW.......... (i hope i didn't hurt him that bad....trib...???) he's faking it... the big baby! get up and stop licking your wounds you old dog... (trib seriously... get up.... get up....!)
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