Good... And Good for You

My wobbly, little, old-man dog slipped and started falling backwards down my basement stairs, but, LIKE A TRUE AMERICAN HERO, I caught him by the turtleneck and pulled him to safety. So go ahead and blame me for the fact that you don't have fur and always having to wear a sweater. Look at me as resentfully as you want Ziggy! Because that ridiculous fashion just saved your life.

um... So apparently the world is FOR SURE supposed to end on September 23rd. For. Sure. Like astrologists and crazy, religious cult leaders all agree and have ambiguous proof. And all I'm saying is that if the world ends before the new Star Wars comes out, I'm gonna refuse to get raptured.