That’s a nice pair of pants.
[Found here.]
Howlin’ Wolf, linked from here. He sang HARD.
…we ended up with “If you leave me now you’ll leave the very best part of me — oooOOOOhhno, baby please don’t go” garbage. Fuldkommen Gak.
That’s step one. Step two has to do with a slice of bologna.
Yeah, it looks funny, but PLEASE don’t do this to your loyal dog. Don’t do it to the one who’s gonna drag you, your spouse and your children, all unconscious, one-by-one out of your burning house by the collar in the middle of the night in a sleet storm and risk his/her life to to return to the inferno to fetch your wallet and a 6-pack with a quart of Jack.
Do it to your ambivalent anarchist cat who doesn’t care if you burn or not as long as there’s a pile of food somewhere within a quarter mile of the house.
Just don’t do it to the dog.
[Image from here.]
[Found in here.]

There’s always one who thinks sleeps outside of the box. Unlike CATS.
[Since Feels.ru has begun tagging their images and has gotten a little smuttier recently, I’ve taken them off the blogroll. I might link to individual posts instead.]