Wednesday, September 21, 2005
That darn poog.
Meet my boy, Gus. Gus is a lush.
This is what he does after I go to bed. He heads on down to George's, orders up a shot and a beer back and tempts some shameless hussy to light a cigar for him.
Gus is a bad dog...
...but I love him, nonetheless.
(Note to PETA: no poogs were harmed during this photo shoot. No poogs became canis intoxicata during this photo shoot. No poogs smoked during this photo shoot.)
