Photos of excessive dog grooming: [link]

Like, weird colors. Very weird.

Pooches got their freak on painted with Blo Pens — markers that simulate the effects of airbrushing — using non-toxic temporary food dyes. Super Groom 2007 saw 15 dogs transformed into everything from a Harley Doggyson to brightly colored butterflies, feathered Indian chiefs, and pirates at the Mandalay Bay Convention Center, Las Vegas.

Myra Macias of Texas won first place (pictured above) by transformed her standard poodle, Peach Cobbler, into a motorcycle with the theme Poodle Rider in Las Vegas, Nevada.

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...Baker’s dog Missy, who looked like mutt-on dressed as lamb with fishnet stockings, high-heeled pixie boots and a powder pink top. “Let me put the hoochy in your poochy.” said Carmon of Borger, Texas, just prior to being eliminated.

I don't know how to flash my running lights,

In a car, the only way is to turn your lights all the way off and back on.

Where the hell is the Vegas chapter of the ASPCA?

Truck drivers are usually very courteous to others on the road. I remember once when I was passing a semi in the left lane (he was in the center lane), and I noticed his hand sort of waving me down as I started to go past him. So, I looked under his trailer and noticed a marked cop car in the right lane next to him. I backed down my speed a bit to slip in behind him and we all went a comfortable 55 mph until the cop got off at the next exit. As he went right, the trucker and I both picked up our speed and waved at each other as I passed him.

In a car, the only way is to turn your lights all the way off and back on.

Ah. Yeah, not doing that.

The TMNT dog is pretty funny. Leonardoodle.

I followed a trucker nearly all the way from Tennessee to DC. He slowed down, I slowed down. He sped up, I was right behind him. He knew where all the cops were.

I followed a trucker nearly all the way from Tennessee to DC. He slowed down, I slowed down. He sped up, I was right behind him.

Were you part of a little ol' convoy, rockin' through the night?

Now that I have the commute to and from different circles of hell, I force myself not to get pissed about people who cut in at the last minute and the like because it doesn't make me feel better and it doesn't change anything.

I guess I just wish everyone would obey the rules I OBEY. But since I can't control the world I just try to breathe.

I still get homicidal with rage though.

Yesterday I made a GIANT food faux pas and ate half a pineapple. My mouth regrets it still.

I guess I just wish everyone would obey the rules I OBEY.

Hell, I want them to obey the rules I want them to obey, whether I do or not.

I think somebody linked to an article here some time in the past about the guy who had worked some theory of anti-traffic and how if you drove with a big cushion in front of you and let people into your lane it would help to smooth out snarls and bottlenecks. Something like that. Anyway, since i read that I've been trying to drive in that manner. I don't know if it helps the traffic any, but it's got me less filled with rage, which is nice.