cajones!  They weren't very large but I was attached to them.  And don't tell me to re-trace my steps, because I know exactly where I left them.  And they're not there anymore!

Gotta go, crotches to sniff and skirts to look up.  You know you're jealous...

jpeg  buddy, my bro and i feel your losses too.  One day last summer, i was a happy go lucky pup when we got tired and went to sleep, then whammo- Oh dee agony..It's like loosing your best friends.  We sniffed all day and couldn't find them either. So we starting a help group for canines with misplaced cajones, CwMC.  We meet every other week at the local dog park under the cover of darkness.  This week we will discuss "dogs and cats" the movie. We think we know who took them.  

Oh yeah, Feel free to bring your master, she is super hot, ouWWWWwww.  And smells goood there too.

Jpeg my man!  Try "Neuticals" as a replacement.  They look the same as the ones you lost, but don't quite work the same.

Just think of it this way--you never have to worry about Puppy support payments!

friend, but a dog's best friend is his trusty set of gonads.  Afterall, we don't read or watch TV, what else do we have?

BTW, where's Mom been lately?

-- Modified on 7/4/2001 11:16:40 AM

For quite some time now, FF has not had Jpeg at her Hollywood Hills "Love Pad" ... (

Jpeg was convinced that all and anyone who visited, did so  specifically to see him, The Canine Coach of Ball Play.  You see, Jpeg owns many balls.  Not the ones he lost, (( ~ but he has more than made up for it with his current collection, ranging from miniscule to "just plain huge".  Since his mom charged astronomical prices for his tutoring, while he was still "on location", Jpeg  demanded a 15 minute qualification period before he allowed access to Mom, Source (Sorceress) of the Balls.
 
Anyone who was not a doglover, might as well have been  trying to convince Dad to let him take out the teenage daughter.  (See reviews about the pesky pup, lol.) Around the  time of Mom's decision to park her #1Son Jpeg-san in a nearby apt (same bldg) during sessions, The Big, Bad Management ordered all Dogowners in the building to move or GET RID of their best friends. Grrrr!!!!

Horrors!  So Mom kept the Lovepad, but moved her precious belongings (including her Son) to a house far away by the Pacific Ocean.  Jpeg also now has an extended family with two teenage daughters who drool over him.  Whenever possible, Mom flies to his  side.  Tonight Jpeg is sitting on her lap, supervising to make sure that her recounting is accurate ...


Btw, where has Mom been?  The last 3 days, Mom has refurbished, recarpeted and repainted (including ceiling) the Hollywood Hills Lovepad.

Only one thing  needed ... HUGE SCREEN TV FOR SCIFI AND PORN.  

xoxo

FF

(FF is now going to spend the rest of the evening playing ball and "scratch my belly if you can catch me" with her #1Son,  Jpeg-san.  Oh, btw, he claims that he did not write the above posts, but who can believe THAT?  He does, however, thank all his Fans.)




-- Modified on 7/4/2001 9:06:54 PM

No Fear, we mamasans know what you pups are doing, we just pretend we dont know what CwMC means on those tshirts.

You guys are teaching my son some GOOD habits, I hope.  One thing about you guys, no one can ever threaten to get you by the b***s again.

The best of Luck to all you Perros y Perritos. On the QT, Pssst!  I heard all the Cojones are stacked in a bin at Ralphs, specifically, Rock n Roll Ralphs on Sunset Boulevard.  They want to auction them off to aspiring Rockers.  Shhhhh!  I'll drive you guys....

Mamasan FiFi

Sir Jpeg has great habits...Uh oh, please don't check your closet for the next 3 days.  

Did you say Drive?  i call shot gun..Hahhh, hahhhhh, hahhhh.
(tails and tongue wagging)



-- Modified on 7/6/2001 4:18:13 PM

...now the damn dog is surfing the net and is posting on TER.

But be warned! Just because he is my adopted son and heir to the Ronin fortune doesn't mean he can use my credit cards to get on-line and start joining all those puppie-porn sites out there. You know the ones: grainy photos of Lassie and Benjy with tape across their eyes so you're not supposed to know who they are. Who do they think they're kidding? Shameful!!

And who let my son get his jewels whacked without signed permission from Dad? Goddamn California. Time to bring Sonny up to the Great Northwest where dogs are dogs and balls are balls...

Ronin