Tuesday, March 27, 2007
A great action shot! The look on her face reeks of concentration. Her owner must be so proud.
In this photo Crabcake is digging right in. She has forgone the scooper and decided to get her hands dirty. Her master overlooks with tail wagging in approval.The concentration we see here is not unlike the profound and entranced stare of the Geico caveman. She's really working hard.
Here we see a great action shot of crabby deeply meditating on the task at hand. The tires are truly meeting the road here. If only every dog could have such a determined servant.Here we see Crabbie a little annoyed at our filming. It appears as though we caught her in the midst of a secret and special ritual.
And here we see her really starting to lose it! Her master has got to be nothing short of thrilled with her dedication.
Labels: crabbie, crabby, crabcake, poop, pooper scooper
¶ 7:42 AM
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Someone needs to train Lucy to go in one place. I know, one of those shock collers. Oh wait, that did not work to good before.
Warhol is turning green with envy in his grave.
I mean, after "Sleep" and "The Kiss"; "Scooping up Dog Crap" would have been a natural sequel.
I mean, after "Sleep" and "The Kiss"; "Scooping up Dog Crap" would have been a natural sequel.
You'll have to send updates to the hospital as your down and dirty post has sent my pneumonia ass into a fit of apoplexy.
I think it's well-worth it though. I'll inform the doctors that more entertainment is forthcoming so they increase my oxygen before my viewing pleasure begins!!!!!
Crabbers, I LOVE YOUR FAT PANTS! YOU FUCKING ROCK, SISTER!!!!
I think it's well-worth it though. I'll inform the doctors that more entertainment is forthcoming so they increase my oxygen before my viewing pleasure begins!!!!!
Crabbers, I LOVE YOUR FAT PANTS! YOU FUCKING ROCK, SISTER!!!!
Best laugh I've had all day. Fat pants? never heard of fat pants before, are they called fat pants to cover up the true reason.
They're fat pants so I can eat all I want and expand accordingly that day without too much damage to my ability to breath.
Wait a minute!
What are you guys doing over here?
Wait a minute!
What are you guys doing over here?
Oh my... HA HA HA HA HA!!!! Someone's gonna die!
Now, are we sure it's a dog she's cleaning up after?
Omigod, Crab, what are you going to do to him??? Whatever you do, keep that S&M funeral home of Dirk's in mind...
Ohhhhhh, this will get ugly....
Now, are we sure it's a dog she's cleaning up after?
Omigod, Crab, what are you going to do to him??? Whatever you do, keep that S&M funeral home of Dirk's in mind...
Ohhhhhh, this will get ugly....
Let's get this straight,
You put dog shit in a Louis Vuitton bag?
Man you guys are classy!
And Pam? You got it goin on baby......G xo
You put dog shit in a Louis Vuitton bag?
Man you guys are classy!
And Pam? You got it goin on baby......G xo
Oh my good Tad, dont you know that Crabbie is dangerous if you put pics on the net she doesnt approve of?
She has started real big fits before, like throwing with cottonballs at people, losing her voice while trying to scream, getting papercuts all over that dudes body...
I'm not sure what she is going to do to you, but you better be warned!
She has started real big fits before, like throwing with cottonballs at people, losing her voice while trying to scream, getting papercuts all over that dudes body...
I'm not sure what she is going to do to you, but you better be warned!
I sure hope crabby does not drive over in her poop di ville and run you over!
he he...
poop di ville....
he he...
poop di ville....
I think this is absolutely dreadful.
I do not know what is wrong with this younger generation. Back in my day, first of all, we would not offend our parents by mutilating the beautiful genitals that God gave us. Secondly, if my son ever did anything so dreadful as to let the entire world know I had to handle dog poop, I would give him SUCH A PINCH.
It is bad enough that we have to move our bowels, but must we talk about it? Over in Willowbrooke, between Henry's insistence on his daily bean regimen and Ethel's prune juice fixation, it is all about Crap and Depends, Crap and Depends. But before I was locked up in this hellhole, I was a proper lady and we didn't discuss such things.
In fact, whenever I had to take little Peter out and about town with me when he was a boy, he was not... I repeat... NOT ALLOWED to use the words "pee" or "poop" or even "bathroom." We had our reputation in the community to uphold, back when I gave a fucks sake about such things.
I instructed Peter, "If you need to do your dirty business and we are out, you are to say, "Mother, I have to go Needers," and nothing else." No pee pee, wee wee or anything else so ghastly.
The therapist just told me that all of this repression of natural bodily states caused Peter to deny his own masculinity and go homo and gender confused.
I don't buy that shit for a second, this started when George Bush started bombing the middle east, and don't you dare tell me otherwise.
Crabby, did you let this boy use the word POOP as a toddler? I think that is your problem here. And it's too late now, he's ruined. Just like my daughter Peter.
I do not know what is wrong with this younger generation. Back in my day, first of all, we would not offend our parents by mutilating the beautiful genitals that God gave us. Secondly, if my son ever did anything so dreadful as to let the entire world know I had to handle dog poop, I would give him SUCH A PINCH.
It is bad enough that we have to move our bowels, but must we talk about it? Over in Willowbrooke, between Henry's insistence on his daily bean regimen and Ethel's prune juice fixation, it is all about Crap and Depends, Crap and Depends. But before I was locked up in this hellhole, I was a proper lady and we didn't discuss such things.
In fact, whenever I had to take little Peter out and about town with me when he was a boy, he was not... I repeat... NOT ALLOWED to use the words "pee" or "poop" or even "bathroom." We had our reputation in the community to uphold, back when I gave a fucks sake about such things.
I instructed Peter, "If you need to do your dirty business and we are out, you are to say, "Mother, I have to go Needers," and nothing else." No pee pee, wee wee or anything else so ghastly.
The therapist just told me that all of this repression of natural bodily states caused Peter to deny his own masculinity and go homo and gender confused.
I don't buy that shit for a second, this started when George Bush started bombing the middle east, and don't you dare tell me otherwise.
Crabby, did you let this boy use the word POOP as a toddler? I think that is your problem here. And it's too late now, he's ruined. Just like my daughter Peter.
This reminds me of the end of a John Waters movie. Which was it again? "Pink Flamingos"? OK ... I'm gonna hurl!!!
good Idea from DOWNUNDER
At 7.30pm on 31 March 2007, we are inviting Sydneysiders - businesses and individuals - to turn off their lights for just one hour, Earth Hour, as a sign of their commitment to reduce global warming.
http://earthhour.smh.com.au/
At 7.30pm on 31 March 2007, we are inviting Sydneysiders - businesses and individuals - to turn off their lights for just one hour, Earth Hour, as a sign of their commitment to reduce global warming.
http://earthhour.smh.com.au/
Well Of Course NOT, Mr. JR Thumbprint, because he is a rotten little shit. Ungrateful. He is going to rot in hell with the likes of Dr. Benjamin Spock, that baby killer!
WHAT A STINKPOT!
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