Sunday, May 2, 2010
Arf Arf
And so it began::: one day; I woke and said to myself: "self" and the rest was recorded to live on for prosperity. Now that the details my meager existent has been recorded before you; the question that often remains on the minds of the people is why Arf? Why not woof or yip even and then of course their was Howl. I could have howled, I could of. But howl, well I don't think so. Howl was to, well lets just say primitive. My howling days have long since past. Those times in Europe in the late seventies; when disco was king and I, well I couldn't Dis nor could I co. I had to many Deep Purple songs etched into my mind. And Yip, again I could have yipped but it seemed so immature; so adolescent; so much like the Puers of our time now. It has only been recently since yip has been restored to a more masculine meaning visa via Bruce Willis. And woof; am I a woofer, I think not. Many have tried to get me to woof. But Woof please; I do have a standards. Well I tell myself I have standards but then again, it's all relative. I have never thought of myself as a woofer: kind of gobble gobble like a turkey. And I am alot of things but a turkey is beyond my reach of awareness. So I am let with the only suitable alternative which is Arf. Arf not what your turkey can do for you; Arf what you can do for your turkey. B1 = mike bob
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