There he is, biding...just tolerating. That's right, fool. Put your hand on mine. Test your luck. Yeah, man. I'll gnaw your face off.
The pit bull sleeps...for now.
The unquenchable, demonic wrath of the summer sun. The realization, and acceptance, that you can easily die before you make it to your car. Some misguided fools seem to enjoy the risk of being brutally melted into a coma from the sun's savagely cruel rays. The only relief from this ferocious, truculent force comes during winter. For everyone in Arizona, it's a sad, sad fact. Winter, depressingly, ends far too soon.
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You go, Little Jihad! Bite them all and let God sort them out! We don't have Cujo, only Salem's Lot and The Stand.
Sorry Kev, forgot to sign again-Mrs. Horsegoggles
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