Return of the Mack

Listen, listen: it's the return of the mack (eastern hemisphere spuds
HOLLA!), only obsfucated by GRE preparatation coursese and complex
chinese characters tryng to constrain my expression: NO WOOFING WAY!

Spuds has recovered from those pickles shots over the weekend with the
assistance of some straight-nutrition procured from a culinary blend
of unmelted brie and dry cider. and yeah, Spuds eats that rennet rind.
Don't even worry about that.  Spuds has also been inspired by the
good people of Park n Shop (located between mosque street and robinson
road) who gave him a COMPLIMENTARY american-heroes themed place mat
for puppy chow after purchasing USD 32 of beverages to stock the
half-fridge so it's looking Cribs-worthy.  


Mission: COMPLETE.


Lime-Perrier, gatorades for warding off hypoglecemic crashes that be
fooling with 5:30am mountain runs, and other stuff too.  Don't want to
be too proud a puppy to start making you b!tches (in the most
biologically-accurate sense of that phraseology, werd) jealous.  


PS,
it's almost Jueves AKA Thursday which is procreation-priority day...so
today Spuds must disclose ALL of the slow jams keeping his hips swinging
free like gelatin products:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ESdn0MuJWQ (give this one 10 seconds)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fl2WJdn3qOE (yeah, you KNOW Spuds be
loving that summer samba)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_BcrkYxpb4 (so SEXY, so NECESSARY!)

paw-che out.
smck