Wednesday, January 30, 2008

You could fry an egg out here

It's so fucking humid today, I've come over all Slash.
Regarding the coiffeur, of course. This happy little fellow might also prove instructional.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

That dog really is your picturebook-animal-character doppelganger.

(I feel somehow weirdly confident that I can say this without fear of regret.)

wortwut said...

I agree utterly.

He's called What-a-mess, did you know that? I've thought of him often since my childhood years. He is an afghan hound that always gets into trouble but seems to have fun blithely buzzing about.

Oh, What-a-mess!

Anonymous said...

I know What-a-mess, although not so well by sight.

We had a tape (as in an audio cassette) of What-a-mess stories that I listened to a lot.

wortwut said...

One book of his adventures is called "What-a-mess In Summer". When I'm hot and sweaty and icky and messy I say I'm What-a-mess In Summer, when the heat exacerbates the feeling of mess, you know?

This happens regularly in my stinky humid city, see.