It’d be romantic if my life resembled art, but it aligns much more succinctly with Pepper Ann than it does with a Warhol. At least my life isn’t Ed, Edd and Eddy or a Thomas Kinkade, though it’d rule if I were Patty Mayonnaise cool. Doug Funnily enough (permagroan @myself), I lived a TV trope last Saturday morning I decided to take my dog out on a walk before I went surfing. Full disclosure: my dog really likes to use the little boy’s room on my block, and while I totally empathize with not wanting to use a public restroom when you live nearby, it’s a bit awkward to do a pre-walk around the block before going anywhere. It should also be noted that my dog is cartoon stupid and stupid-looking. He has a severe underbite, he enjoys rocking out with his tongue out, and he loves everybody he has ever made eye contact with. After I leashed my dog up, I opened my gate and make eye contact with a postman who looks down at my dog, yells “Oh, shit!” and runs haphazardly down the block. My life.
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Ashley Jillian 
Haha! Ed Edd and Eddy! Never a worsew cartoon except perhaps ren and stimpy. Kids made me watch these horrific shows!
I always thought that show was so gross
“ignoramusness~magnanamus” describes it/them. 🙂
Our poor mailman would like to wear an Invisibility Cloak when he tries to deliver our mail. Five dogs bark hysterically whenever he approaches our steps. i feel sorry for him but not for you – you have the opportunity to go surfing!! Good for you!! That’s better than art!!!
Something about the idea of a dog “using the little boys’ room” on your block or anywhere has me in stitches. Can’t stop laughing.
It is cool that you surf too
arh, arh, arh
Wow, I haven’t heard a Doug reference in years! Rocko yes, but not Doug.
You’d think by now the Postal Service would have trained their mail carriers not to run from dogs. When I was a kid, it was different. The dogs ran freely around the neighborhood and all the kids were told to run away from the mail carrier; he was always drunk.
loved this! It was like stream-of-consciousness meets free verse poetry. Nice!