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Sadly, Molly, Voodoopug's beloved Pug, sustained an injury last night. Pug has reported she is resting comfortably with pain medication. [W}e wish her a speedy recover and prayers to Pug and family.
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| Joey |
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Sadly, Molly, Voodoopug's beloved Pug, sustained an injury last night.
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The horror ..................................
THE HORROR ...............................
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| jb |
She is o.k from what I have been told..but tragedy almost struck. Thank god Pug reacted quickly and is train ed in ADDA. |
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She is o.k from what I have been told..but tragedy almost struck. Thank god Pug reacted quickly and is train ed in ADDA.
your kind sentiments were passed onto my wife and our family thanks you for thinking of us!
Molly is doing much better and we expect a full recovery in the next few days. |
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your kind sentiments were passed onto my wife and our family thanks you for thinking of us!
Molly is doing much better and we expect a full recovery in the next few days.
I pray for Molly :
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| voodoopug |
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I pray for Molly :
while she was in shock, she was shivvering...would have loved to have had that orange sweater last night! |
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while she was in shock, she was shivvering...would have loved to have had that orange sweater last night!
So you like Sweaters ?!?!?!
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| Joey |
" I'm sorry Sir ..... Lil' Fiji has had that EXACT same look on his face ever since we brought him home from the Neverland Ranch last summer . "
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| jb |
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" I'm sorry Sir ..... Lil' Fiji has had that EXACT same look on his face ever since we brought him home from the Neverland Ranch last summer . "
Once proud _____ acts so humble? |
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| Moonisup |
bless the pug! |
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| Joey |
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Once proud _____ acts so humble?
Once proud Fiji acts so humble
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Pug I just got off the phone with my buddy in Houston
His pug "Ginger" drowned in his pool. Jumped in on her own
Guess Pugs aren't bid swimmers
Be careful out there this summer |
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Pug I just got off the phone with my buddy in Houston
His pug "Ginger" drowned in his pool. Jumped in on her own
Guess Pugs aren't bid swimmers
Be careful out there this summer
Very sad...I warned Pug of this many times as he goes to Lake Schaefer!!!! |
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| Joey |
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Pug I just got off the phone with my buddy in Houston
His pug "Ginger" drowned in his pool. Jumped in on her own
Guess Pugs aren't bid swimmers
Be careful out there this summer
YESSIR !!!!!!!!!
ho ! ... ho ! .... Ho ! |
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| jb |
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YESSIR !!!!!!!!!
ho ! ... ho ! .... Ho !
Funny Joey!!! |
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| jb |
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YESSIR !!!!!!!!!
ho ! ... ho ! .... Ho !
Great job Joey!!!! ................you are a machine!!!! |
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| Joey |
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Funny Joey!!!
You are much loved by The Joey Carson !
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| Joey |
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Great job Joey!!!! ................you are a machine!!!!
Do you like Sweaters ?
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| jb |
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Do you like Sweaters ?
Yes...cashmere. |
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| Joey |
Josh ............................
You know how some people just plain poop ?!?!
Well , I P.O.O.P. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm talking PooooooooooooP !!!!!
Poopy ! ™ |
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http://www.moderndrunkardmagazine.com/issues/04_05/0405_i_busted_out.htm |
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" Stark fluorescents glared from the low ceiling, searing my bloodshot eyes. The bed and adjoining dresser were made of metal and bolted to the cement floor. The walls were the hue of institutional green that suggest society had suddenly taken an interest in you. The windowless walls were bare except for a single adornment: a poster of a scrawny cat hanging from his front paws above the text: Hang in there, baby!
“Great,” I said, sitting up slowly. I’d been locked up before. The layout suggested detox but the poster and the pajamas I wore suggested I’d been dragged much deeper in the system. Rehab.
I went to the door. It was locked and looked solid enough to stop a runaway beer truck. It had a little steel-mesh window. I stuck my face in it.
“Hey!” I yelled. I could see identical doors across the hall. “Fire! Fire!”
A severe woman’s face appeared. “Fire? Where’s the fire?”
“No, I said, ‘ You’re fired.’ Where am I?”
“On the road to recovery.”
“That’s great. What am I recovering from?”
“You don’t know?”
“Of course I do. I just want to hear you say it.”
“Alcoholism. Antisocial behavior. Destruc—”
“That’s enough. Who’s paying?”
“Your father.”
“I have no father.”
“Of course you do. He signed the papers. It was this or jail.”
The face disappeared. I sat on the bed and looked at the poster. Hang in there? Why? What was the point of a mangy cat hanging from a goddamn rod? What did it accomplish?
I learned at the slop parade that passed for breakfast that I was ensconced in the Sierra Vista Sanitarium. To be committed against your will meant you had to be declared mentally incompetent. Was I? I didn’t feel incompetent. The last thing I remembered was running from cops or possibly security guards and ducking into my sister’s house with an armful of allegedly stolen liquor. “Hide this,” I remembered telling her, “and hide me while you’re at it. Wanna drink?” "
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