Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Good dog

Captain hated Mormons, Moonies, and Jehovah's witnesses almost as much as I did. It was almost as if he could smell them fuckers coming up the walkway and when we answered the door together, it only took one look at my snapping, snarling 140 pound Captain to decide that they weren't all that concerned about saving my soul after all. Or maybe Cap made them start worrying about their own mortal asses.

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