SO THERE POINTER WAS WINGING HIS WAY BACK FROM AN AWESOME TIME IN THE WINDY CITY (& BOY WERE MY PAWS TIRED!)AFTER A NIGHT OF CHI TOWN BLUES AT LEGENDS (RECOMMENDED BY LOUISIANA RED HIMSELF!) ,MASTERPIECES AT THE ART INSTITUTE-THE PUPS GOT TICKETS TO TUT AND LOVED THAT DEAD DAWG'S OLE BONES - MILLENIUM DAWG PARK WITH FOUNTAINS GALORE , A SHINING TITANIUM DAWG BONE AND A FRANK GEHRY DESIGNED CONCERT VENUE FROM OUTER SPACE! THERE ON THE PLANE POINTER LOOKS UP FROM HIS FANATICAL READING OF NYTIMES,NYK'ER AND SPIES A WHITE SNOWCAP IN THE SEAT IN FRONT OF HIM. CATCH THE CLUES: A MAROON GOLF SHIRT, GLASSES, NEUROTIC CHEWING AND SHIFTING IN THE SEAT, A DEEP BASS VOICE BRAGGING TO SOME SAD SACK IN THE SEAT BESIDE IT, A FLIGHT COMING FROM ITS DEN OF ORIGIN AND HEADED TO HIS LATEST LAIR . TELL ME ANY TITSLESIN HUNTER WOULD NOT SUSPECT THAT THIS WAS THE VERY BEAST ITSELF...SO THE PLOTS BEGIN TO BE HATCHED...ONE OF POINTER'S PUPS VOLUNTEERS TO TRIP AND SPILL HOT TEA ON THE CREATURE, POINTER'S LIFELOVE WANTS TO BEGIN CHATTING IN STAGE WHISPER ABOUT THE STUDENT WALKOUT AND FACULTY STRIKE SECRETLY PLANNED TO PROTEST murmur...murmurr...pointer hisdawg self debates among cold shoulders , confrontation and mock forgiveness...JUST THEN THE PLANE LANDS AND THE CREATURE RISES ONTO ITS HAUNCHES ...IT REARS ITS UGLY HEAD AND TO EVERYDAWGS SURPRISE IT IS JUST SOME POOR SOUL BUSINESS DAWG WHO NARROWLY ESCAPED THIRD DEGREE BURNS FROM THE CLAN VENGEANCE OF THE POINTER SONS. ONCE AGAIN THE EVIL MAGIC OF THE TITSLESIN ESCAPES ITS JUST DESSERTS... ONE DAY, THE POINTERCLAN VOWS, WE'LL GET ITS HIDE!
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
SITTIN' HIND TITSLESIN!!!!?????????
SO THERE POINTER WAS WINGING HIS WAY BACK FROM AN AWESOME TIME IN THE WINDY CITY (& BOY WERE MY PAWS TIRED!)AFTER A NIGHT OF CHI TOWN BLUES AT LEGENDS (RECOMMENDED BY LOUISIANA RED HIMSELF!) ,MASTERPIECES AT THE ART INSTITUTE-THE PUPS GOT TICKETS TO TUT AND LOVED THAT DEAD DAWG'S OLE BONES - MILLENIUM DAWG PARK WITH FOUNTAINS GALORE , A SHINING TITANIUM DAWG BONE AND A FRANK GEHRY DESIGNED CONCERT VENUE FROM OUTER SPACE! THERE ON THE PLANE POINTER LOOKS UP FROM HIS FANATICAL READING OF NYTIMES,NYK'ER AND SPIES A WHITE SNOWCAP IN THE SEAT IN FRONT OF HIM. CATCH THE CLUES: A MAROON GOLF SHIRT, GLASSES, NEUROTIC CHEWING AND SHIFTING IN THE SEAT, A DEEP BASS VOICE BRAGGING TO SOME SAD SACK IN THE SEAT BESIDE IT, A FLIGHT COMING FROM ITS DEN OF ORIGIN AND HEADED TO HIS LATEST LAIR . TELL ME ANY TITSLESIN HUNTER WOULD NOT SUSPECT THAT THIS WAS THE VERY BEAST ITSELF...SO THE PLOTS BEGIN TO BE HATCHED...ONE OF POINTER'S PUPS VOLUNTEERS TO TRIP AND SPILL HOT TEA ON THE CREATURE, POINTER'S LIFELOVE WANTS TO BEGIN CHATTING IN STAGE WHISPER ABOUT THE STUDENT WALKOUT AND FACULTY STRIKE SECRETLY PLANNED TO PROTEST murmur...murmurr...pointer hisdawg self debates among cold shoulders , confrontation and mock forgiveness...JUST THEN THE PLANE LANDS AND THE CREATURE RISES ONTO ITS HAUNCHES ...IT REARS ITS UGLY HEAD AND TO EVERYDAWGS SURPRISE IT IS JUST SOME POOR SOUL BUSINESS DAWG WHO NARROWLY ESCAPED THIRD DEGREE BURNS FROM THE CLAN VENGEANCE OF THE POINTER SONS. ONCE AGAIN THE EVIL MAGIC OF THE TITSLESIN ESCAPES ITS JUST DESSERTS... ONE DAY, THE POINTERCLAN VOWS, WE'LL GET ITS HIDE!
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