Fried Green al-Qaedas



  Fried Green al-Qaedas
Last updated:
3/1/2006; 9:29:23 AM


February 2006
Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat
      1 2 3 4
5 6 7 8 9 10 11
12 13 14 15 16 17 18
19 20 21 22 23 24 25
26 27 28        
Jan   Mar

----
Still There is More
-----
Live on Regis!


Subscribe to this blog in Radio:
Subscribe to "Fried Green al-Qaedas" in Radio UserLand.

Click to see the XML version of this web page.

E-mail this blog's author, Mark Hoback:
Click here to send an email to the editor of this weblog.
 

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Today's Topic: I Married A Dog!
Katy Hipke & Mark Hoback

Do we have a topic for today? Did you know that yesterday in India a girl married a stray dog to ward off the evil eye? The whole village
partied for 3 days, as with any wedding, like it was 1555! I'll bet that dog is the envy of feral beast world. The girl is only 6 years old. He has a chance to really mold her into the kind of woman every dog
dreams of having. Much sitting around the ole hut scratching themselves and each other in relative silence. Eating. Sleeping. This is exactly the sort of marriage that works. Only one thing could fuck it up: a cat moves into the neighborhood. Or squirrels.

Still, if we could marry off more 6 year olds to stray dogs, it would take a big load off the animal shelters. Load up the ole Animal Control/Evil Eye Eliminator van full of 'Eligible Bachelors' and cruise
the kindergartens. I love weddings.

What do you love, Mark?

-katy


Oh gosh, Katy, I guess I love the same things you do - dogs, weddings, and alcohol.

You know, taking a dog for your betrothed is nothing to look down upon; I'm sure you know plenty of people who have done the same thing. And little Shivam Munda's parents had a perfectly good reason to believe that the evil eye was staring straight at them. After all, the girl's upper teeth appeared before her lower ones, and if that isn't a sign of bad hoodoo, I don't know what is. But what type of dog was it? If it was a German Sheppard, then this is one sick story. But if it was a Shitzu or one of those darling Bichon Frises, it would really be kind of sweet. Context is everything, don't you think?

Still, you did say stray, so I guess that must have been a real disappointment to the family. I know I'd be upset if my daughter married anyone without a pedigree. No bragging about how your son-in-law is a successful Doberman; no, it's 'my son-in-law is a mutt'.

Life is a bitch, eh?

-mark


6:31:26 PM    comment []



© Copyright 2006 Mark Hoback. Click here to send an email to the editor of this weblog.
Last update: 3/1/2006; 9:29:23 AM.
Powered by