Blow Off

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(believe it or not I typed this whole line without looking at the keys.)

Boy just hacking around on a Saturday night. We were supposed to have the Nolans for dinner tonight but my wife pretended to be sick and we cancelled them, again. I don't know why she feels compelled to invite them. Probably because theykeep including US at their dinner parties. The Jamesons dropped us because they don't like our dog. He is what is known in the Dog Owners' circles as a "Crotch-Sniffer."

Actually the only fun we have when the Nolans come over is watching the look on Delvin's face when he gets his greeting crotch sniff. And Julie's face when the dog licks her knees. We get a kick out of that. Hey, get over it, it's only dog saliva - the same tongue that just wiped his ass after a nice squat. Ha ha. We don't have much in common with them anymore. They are good looking and full of fun. We are tired all the time from our important work and hobbies. We really don't have time to devote to friends who don't adore smelly animals.

We are bored with the Nolans anyway, so we hope they drop us like the Jamesons did. We don't need them, we have friends who own dogs and who will still invite us to come over with the dog. The Pratts don't care what you smell like, you are always welcome.

Hey I gotta go, COPs is on and I don't want to miss it.