Sunday, May 10, 2009

Today, The Flies Came.

Rest in peace, my able, four-legged, ass-spraying opponent. Seems you were unable to win a battle with the humans and their superior technology (and thumbs).

But while you're up there in skunk heaven, take heart. The stench from your rotting carcass had my human buckled to his knees. Though your body is dead, your skills remain.



LeslieB said...

Peee-ewe! Poor Pepe!

Pancho, you are truly a country dog now!

Courtenay said...

this is COMPLETELY disgusting. ouch.