women4trump - a heart rending tale of a lost puppy, riddled with worms, looking for meaning in a world it can't understand........or spell

Juanita was jus chillin, you know, shakin my thing and layin on the sass when this poor, disease riddled mutt came across me

it whined and whined but i could make out-

'17 days and RH WOW You Must Suck!'
 

Juanita clears its throat and speaks in its poshest voice

now obviously, being a lady, I assumed my prowess was being appreciated. I responded -

'chika, you have no idea'

the poor mutt tried to lick it's.......i don't know, i think it was a hermaphrodite dog but didn't want to get to close, this thing stank homes.

anyway, the poor little mutt whined some more-

'Oh but a person woith a 20 IQ would see this one idiot. Carry on. Tell your ass of a boss they look stupid and more so then you do right now.'

Now, I couldn't really work out what the maingy, smelly, sexless, riddled mutt was talking about, his words just seemed so.....moronic-

'even someone with an IQ of 20 would be able to spell 'with' and not sound like a complete  mouth breathing knuckle dragger.

Can I keep you? you're very 'speshul'.'

the mutt scratched itself and did that funny shuffle mutts do when the arse worms are bothering them and continued thus-

'Ok your IQ is 21 Do you want a clap? Idiot for sure.'

I donned a hazmat suit and continued to try and bond with the mutt, taking a nearby stick-

'awwwwwww you widdle cutie'

*tickles you behind the ears*

it seemed to like this very much until (and i can only assume it was the worms again)....

'The activity supports my claims. What supports your idiot?'

Now, I was quite confused about this last whiney, bleating statement so posed the question back..

'I don't know.

you're my idiot, so what does support you?'

at the end of this thrilling act, the maingy, worm riddled, semi literate, smelly mutt, went off to seek it's lifes meaning.

so I ask you good people.  Should I keep this sorry excuse for waste of oxygen, or will it be the kennels?

tune in for the next exciting installment, coming soon.

Juanita does clicky finger thing in a 'Z' formation and sashay's off

Myrddin rolls his eyes and shakes his head. 

Such bright new talent we have roaming our streets, eh? 

Myrddin shakes his head again and hopes that everyone caught the sarcastic tone in his voice before continuing. 

It should definitely be the kennels for this thing. There are some strays that you can take in, nurture, train, etc and maybe one day they'll grow up into something people want. Sometimes they are beyond our help though. Perhaps it's because there's just too much mutt in their blood? Hopefully its descendants will have better luck and be in better shape than it is currently in.