A few weeks before Juno got sick, I caught this action.
"I needed a drink. I needed a vacation. I needed a house in the country with bones and meat on the table. But what I had was this two-bit Formosan Dog, attached to my neck."
"Hey baby, how about you and me getting tepsichorical?"
"Give me a break Big Boy. Aren't you tired of doggin' me around?"
"The first time we met Princess, I told you, I was a tough guy. Get it through your head. I work at it. I don't play at it."
Then up jumped the devil. Like crap shooters say when seven pops up wrong.
"Come on Cupcake, I know you're full of sugar. Let the big boy show you how it's done."
"Listen Daddy-O, I'm tough enough to swap punches with a power shovel."
"Your moves don't impress me, bro."
"Waiting for it... waiting for it..."
"Ahhhh..... a little lower please... right there. That's the spot. Maybe a Formosan Dog Attachment has some perks after all."
Juno's got a point. Since Loki was made in Taiwan, maybe there's a way I can get some mass production Formosan Dog back massagers made, imported, priced cheaply and on the store shelves by Christmas.
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