CASH EXPLOSION, MOTHAHS!!!

Okay.

I have an idea.

And you can ALL benefit.

You guys out there, (all 8 of you who read this blog regularly), get this blog spread around to the point that it becomes famous, convinces Al Gore and the rest of the humans to Save The World, AND helps me get Rich......well I will just start handing out random sums* of cash to those of you who helped this Blog achieve these ends.

That's right, I will PAY you to help me,(and Al Gore), to Save The World.

BUT.

1) I have to be Rich first. And I won't get Rich,(or Famous), without The Dog Meat The Video Blog getting me some Payola Based Notoriety. Gotta have the Cash Flow, ya know.

2) We have to get Al Gore on board. And that's only going to happen if he

a) Becomes aware of this Blog, reads it, and acknowledges his responsibility in my scheme to Save The World. I mean. He started it, after all.

b) We actually start DOING the Saving part.

3) I suppose we could let Mr. Obama stand in for Al Gore if neccessary....but I think Al Gore has more of a PLAN, donchyaknow.......

4) I'll have to get a new pack of security envelopes and a sheet of postage stamps so I can mail the aforementioned random sums of cash around to you guys who participaqte in this scheme.

Hey.

It's not even like it's one of those Amw*y Av*n M*ryK*ay C*smetics Pyramid dealies, okay?

So.

Jump on it, get the Blog around, call Al Gore.

He told me you could, so it's okay, Get Bizzy.

Oh.

You'll hafta send me your addy's before I can send you the cash.

When I'm Rich.

*Amounts unspecified and may vary at any time, depending on just how stinking Rich I am on that day, and whether I had enough coffee to stuff enough of it into the envelopes to make it worth the price of the stamp.

But there WILL be cash, I SWEAR.

Little Boy

Arright, Junior.

IT must be about 2 inches long.

Why else would you go all race-car when somebody passes you on the freeway?

I mean.

You must have something seriously wrong with your self esteem regarding that space between your testicles if you feel inclined to take the speed that I am traveling personally.

Face it, it's what you do.

Here I am, driving a big OLD green beater of a pick-up truck with a 2-year old Wally's-lot acquired crease down the side, and a chipped up bug deflector....and when it looks like I'm coming anywhere close to passing your Flame-Thrower Red Z-4 Roadster, you hike up your loins and start this 90 mph careen up the interstate that makes the rest of the freeway look like a strip-mall lot on Black Friday.

You were just vacuously poodling along at 62 with your nose in your phone....and then, out of the corner of your eye you caught the gleam of my fender in your side view.

Oh yeah.

I had the cruise set at 67, so it was clearly aggressive and competitive......THREATENING even, on my part.

ALL ABOUT YOU, yup yup.

I got news for you Tiny.

It's NOT.