In other news:

I went to an all-PUG meetup today at my local park because:

1. I knew I was going to do nothing with my day and there happen to be people around so I felt like I needed to ACT as if I normally do something with my Saturday.
2. I’m babysitting a friend’s grown PUG (to go along with my puppy PUG and Grrr).
3. I’m gonna get mind-blowingly wasted tonight and if I didn’t get out of the house this afternoon I’d feel bad for doing nothing but drink today.

It was amazing… there were at LEAST 75 pugs running around the park. Most of them were the fawn colored ones (which is also the same color as Mac the one I’m babysitting) so I lost Mac like 50 times. Zim was too terrified to socialize.

Have you ever seen 75 (at least!) pugs at one time? No? Well it’s knuts.

This is what Jim now says every time he farts around me… thank you Archer.

That massage was so good I think we might be in love. At one point I thought she was gonna kiss me. This might just be transference speaking but seriously I’m gonna put a ring on that bitch. 

It was so good I don’t even remember what she looked like.

I’ve been finding all these people that I never stopped following but find that I’m not following anymore. Hmmm…