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The Best College Advice I Received

20 Dec
I think I was trashed in this pic (sorry)

I think I was trashed in this pic (sorry)

I’m gonna start by saying this has nothing to do with the basic shit you hear people tell you all the time about doing your laundry, eating healthy, and calling home every once in a while. Its actually kind of a strange story. Between freshman and sophomore year of college I lived in Los Angeles. I worked for an Advertising production agency in Culver City and well, actually lived in Westwood across the street from UCLA. I was thrown into the open that summer, I knew no one and knew really nothing about living on my own. Just leaving the dorms you aren’t exactly prepared for everything. Anyways I met a few people who ended up becoming some of my best friends during a study abroad trip to Italy who live in LA and helped me out some. However, I still had to find a house and so on. That part’s boring, more the take away is that the four houses I’ve had during college are all modelled after this house in LA (roommate rules, parties, etc).

The main focus of this post actually starts with some errands I had to run one day. Every now and then we would have a client come through LAX and it was my job to go pick them up. Since I had a car and knew how to drive in heavy traffic it was fine with me actually. I knew this commercial shoot was with William Shatner and I was gonna have to wake up at 4am to pick up people and drive them to Study City. Here’s the spot with me in it, just walking around in the background. The key part comes in as I’ve driving one of the clients from Studio City back to LAX. Being stuck in my car for about two hours obviously we started talking about random shit. I actually don’t remember much about what was said actually, but he did start talking about how he made it through under-grad and grad school. He started talking about how many parties and crazy things would happen once you had a house off campus. Since I had just left the dorms, it was actually quite interesting.

from the shoot

from the shoot

What I got out of the talk was that our last shot at not being responsible for anyone but ourselves was in college, however that comes with a price. If you’re far away from your parents like I am, they can’t exactly be there on call. We can party, get drunk, play video games, and sleep all day if we want. But shit has to get done. Tests, presentations, essays, and the occasional class just to let people know you’re alive. There is always a party and the opportunity to hang out, but there is only that one test. Meaning every night holds the opportunity for fun, but you can only take that first Anthropology test once (unless you fail the class). It may seem obvious to do your work first, but people think they can always put it off until later. And fuck it, sometimes I just don’t care.

However, being a senior this year, the advice I got sitting on the 10 and the 405 for two hours finally came to light. I spent an entire week preparing for my Marketing final. I needed to pass, I just couldn’t retake it. I stayed in every night and juggled that class with the work from my other courses – as well as not ignoring my friends. After that final was over, I got started on the others which were back-to-back. I got it done, but never before had everything been crammed together like that. Sure, I could have celebrated with my friends every night but I had to be up early to work every morning. Happy break and I’m not proof reading this.

Why VW Lost the Sale

29 Nov

Seriously, like Volkswagen gives a fuck. But anyways, like many of you know, I’ve been looking for a new car since July. My current car is amazing and I could not be more happy. This is a really long post, maybe my longest, but well worth the read. However, with my current lease running up in January, the buy-out payments increased to a level that I cannot afford. The blue 2010 Honda Accord Coupe is gone on December 18th. So many great memories and with close to 41,000 miles, its probably a good idea to swap it out. So I’ve been looking into the 2013 VW Passat, which for me is a huge change. I haven’t had a 4-door car and since junior year of high school, and I’ve only been driving manual.

So here’s the deal. I know I have my lease at the latest until January 1st, so I told each dealer that I was not going to buy that day, however if they were able to get the exact vehicle around that time, they would get the sale. I wanted a Passat SE, red with tan interior. Wait… read that again. One more time. Actually, read it and write it down at the same time. Ok now, you just did what every Volkswagen salesperson at over five dealerships couldn’t. Fuck, how hard is it to listen to your customer? Especially when your job revolves around making sales.

strange, there’s my car?

This particular topic has been pissing me off since the end of September, but I’ve let it simmer in the back of my mind until yesterday when I signed the papers for my new car. Anyways, here are my horror stories during my ‘new car buying experience’ and what consumers+dealers can learn from it. I went to over five VW dealers in the course of a month, looking for the best deal for leasing a 2013 Passat. Again, let me repeat myself, a Passat, not a Jetta. Not a Jetta. No, no, I’m too tall to be comfortable in a Jetta. No please, just the Passat. Sorry, PTSD just kicked it alittle. From Boulder, through Denver, and even as far as Lakewood, my experiences differed dramatically. Right now if I had to choose one dealer for my business, it would have been Boulder – only because they didn’t harass me every other day for two months and force me to stay at their dealership for 5 hours. Yah, true story people.

Lets start with Emich VW in Denver. They offered to help me find my red with tan SE Passat, and even gave me the lowest lease offer available ($249 a month). BAM! I knew the magic number. I told them I would contact them once I could afford the down payment and thanks for their time. Easy right? Nope – they called me every-other-day-for-two-months, including today asking if I had the money yet. Like a fucking loan shark from the gangster movies. Fuck that shit, so I started ignoring their calls after I told them not to call back. So guess what? They started hiding their number and making it a ‘Blocked’ number. Through the sea of endless repetitive voice messages, they may has well have taken my current car hostage. Or at least broken my legs on the walk home from class, Jesus.

Attica, conveniently located in Lakewood, CO

The other nightmare story involves Larry H. Miller VW of Lakewood. Seriously, they want my review. Here it is, I would rather walk everywhere for the rest of my life, than ever buy a car from you all. Car dealers and salespeople, take note cause this story is a doozy. I called in one day wondering if they had my red with tan SE Passat on the lot since their web-inventory was down. The manager on the phone told me they didn’t have many 2013′s but it wouldn’t be hard to track them down and I should come in. You know, well I wasn’t doing anything better that day, fine. I had an appointment with some 30 year old, extremely arrogant salesman, X (who will remain anonymous), who comes back later in the story. I get to Lakewood at around 2pm, and as soon as I arrive I’m hounded by every salesperson there. Yet, I had an appointment. The guy, X, clearly didn’t care if I was their or not even though he had set a time to meet. Strike one, make your customer seem like his time doesn’t matter. 

Next, I get stuck with a salesperson who refused to give me any lease numbers until I had my car inspected for a trade-in. Cool, whatever.  The next 4 hours was a nightmare. I had to drive every god damned Passat on the lot before anyone would talk to me about lease prices or GIVE ME MY CAR KEYS BACK. Yes, they had some lame-ass excuse to why they couldn’t, but I was about to call the cops. After driving all the Passats, none of them red or even with tan interiors, they moved on to testdrive-rape me with Jettas. Even though I said no Jettas, they had some little system lined up where they were just gangbanging me from one car to another, like some assembly line for pissing me off. Through each test-drive, the salesperson with me proceeded to spill his life’s story to me, including his drug induced former lifestyle, sexual escapades and every nasty/disgusting joke in the book. I was very uncomfortable, and that doesn’t happen often. Finally around 6pm they were able to sit down and talk. Literally about six salespeople were sitting down with me. No matter what I said, “I don’t have the money for a down-payment,” – “No, I do not want any of the cars currently on the lot” – “Can I have my car keys back?” They didn’t seem to get it through their thick skulls. Strike two, not listening to the needs and wants of the consumer.

Squeal like a piggy, bitch. Time for your test drive

They then tell me all the lease numbers both VW in Boulder and Denver had given me were complete bullshit, infact a Passat was going to be around $370 a month. Also that the national VW incentive, listed on every VW website was also a lie. First off fucktards, my current car is on a national incentive and second I know how to use the internet. I kept that to myself though and let them torture me. Then sleazeball, X, returns to the scene with the most stuck up swagger and mis-measured suit on the planet. The group of them then tell me that by signing this particular, handwritten contract, that I wasn’t allowed to read, they would get me my car for $249 a month. Fuck, what is this? Nazi Germany? I read that contract, not only was it for a Jetta, but a 2012. WHAT!!! ARE YOU PEOPLE RETARDED?!?! At this point I’m calling my parents to try to look for my car keys on my own to escape. Finally, I lay down the law, I need my keys back, I need to be back in Boulder by 7:30pm, as its about 6:45pm. Next, they break down the costs of a Passat, and slowly through some “magical” terms are able to find me my exact car at the $249 a month. Hmm, even though they said it didn’t exist. They again try to force me to blindly sign a contract. This time for a white with black interior, top of the line 2012 Passat. What the flying fuck shit blasting jerkoff, is your fucking problem? Honestly. I want to know? If any of you are reading this, please respond. I want to know. This deceptive, unethical model for car-sales is exactly what people have been trying to break since the first car dealer emerged. Strike three-through-ten million, lying to your customer and trying to get them to commit to something they don’t want. Then trying to belittle them by telling them everything they have heard is wrong, and then slowly moving back to what I actually know is true.

Finally, at 7pm, after five hours of being VW raped by every sweaty old man in the dealership, I threatened to call the police if I did not get my car keys back. Next shocked me beyond belief. The fucker, X, had the keys in his pocket the whole time. Fuck you asshole, burn in a freak car delivery accident, caused by another freak car explosion. On my drive home, the fuckers at Larry H. Miller VW of Lakewood had the nerve to continue to call my cellphone trying to sell me the top of the line 2012 white with black, Passat. They called about a total of 10 times, the first of which I answered, but they continued to change phone lines so I didn’t know who was calling. Honestly that was it. Volkswagen, you have one of the stronger brands in the car industry, however these cum stains are what inspires this post. I was actually excited to own a VW, I knew every-single-detail in every model. I am the ultimate informed consumer – I did my homework. And unlike most consumers, I know how to do extensive research, even calling the VW support line. Yah assholes in Lakewood, I know all your games, I know each tactic you tried to force a car on me with. Thanks for degrading me for 5 hours.

my new car. fuck yah

My tip to all salespeople and potential customers is to understand eachother’s needs and drivers. Salespeople need to know this is not the 1950′s, we as consumers have the technology and information to be equally educated on the vehicles as you – BTW, I did have to explain most of the Passat features to my sorry-ass salesperson in Lakewood. Consumers, need to go in with an agenda for options, price barriers and a FALSE TIME RESTRAINT. Let them know you have ___ amount of time to come up with a dream deal or they will jerk around all day. On this note I would like to thank Honda, YES, Honda for their amazing customer relations and making my car buying experience amazing. Now I can’t even remember why I wanted a Volkswagen in the first place – I never had to even go to the dealership for my new car. My parents checked out the car and I did all the paperwork, and filled out all the information in the comfort of my own home through email. Wait… A dealer that actually understands how us common folk can use the internet? Strange. Honestly Honda, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Why I Didn’t Vote, Sorry

26 Nov

Ever since Romney and Obama started campaigning I’ve been cluster fucked by calls, mail, and door-to-door shit. No matter what I do they love to harass me. Last time I voted I lived in Virginia (a swing state), and now that I’m in Colorado (another swing state) I get bombarded by shit I really don’t want to get envolved with.

“Wait Hank, how can you not have an opinion?” Well, because I actively choose not too. Yeah, fuck that shit. If this is the ‘land of the free’ then I have the right to not care, be left alone, and watch Netflix all day uninterrupted if I want to. Yah, each candidate can smear eachother to the point where they divide the nation and make eachother both look like scum, but I don’t want anything to do with it. Everyone has an opinion and if you don’t agree, well, someones wrong – just leave me out of it. I grew up minutes outside of DC, where everyone is involved in politics – except my family. Advertising rules the media, and well, even Barack and Mitt owe their fame to what is publicized, who lead their advertising campaign and who came up with their creative. Honestly, I believe that the two party system ruined democracy and we are choosing between a douche and turd, but thats a separate issue.

What pisses me off is that people cannot seem to grasp the concept ‘leave me alone.’ Why do you want someone who isn’t educated in politics and up-to-date on the issues blindly checking off which candidate they want to win. I mean all the fucking judges, representatives, and so on, thrown onto the ballet. Come on people. If I don’t have the slightest clue whats going on, why harass me about it – even when the election is over. Its over and done. Sorry but Obama is an US citizen and Mitt loves his money — cool. So shut up? Please? No seriously, I’ll go home, please shut up.

Now, you may be asking yourself – “Hank, why are you talking about this now?” Its because of Thanksgiving. All I see on my various social media streams is how people aren’t getting along with their relatives because of political views. And get this, its the only time I get stuck in a situation I can’t get out of, even with people I would normally agree with. I just don’t care. I didn’t vote. Oh shit… wait… did I just say that? Yah mother fucker, I didn’t vote. I don’t know enough about whats going on to be able to make a statement that could possibly effect this country. And if you disagree – cool, thats your opinion. But for me to choose people I know nothing about to decide how my fellow man will live and to not know 100% about what they are talking about is a decision I cannot live with if I’m wrong.

“Why not get educated about politics?” The answer is simple, I don’t want to. I moved out of DC the second I could to be forever disconnected from everything that happens there, and what further than politics to join up with but entertainment. I have tattoos, I play guitar, and I can hold a conversation with girls. I don’t want to waste my life away arguing about something I cannot personally make an impact on. Thats just the type of person I am. Nothing against those in politics, but thats just not how I choose to live. However, if there is one thing I hate more than Missionaries (another story for another day), its those who cannot grasp what I have just written because of their own personal agenda. Imagine if you were constantly annoyed, harassed, and preached at about how ‘Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” is the best movie of all time, and how there will never be a better band of the 2000′s than the Foo Fighters. Yah, it would suck because you have your own opinion. Well, just like politics, the movie and music industry needs to make money too, and let their voices be heard. Hhhhmmm strange, that just like you wouldn’t want me harassing you 24/7 about my music/TV/movie views, that somehow I get to hear about how Obama likes gay people and Romney doesn’t pay taxes.

I could go on for days about politics, but for now – lets just leave it with that. Love you all. —- PS, I don’t feel like spell checking this or checking for grammar. ‘MERICA!!!

Amendment 64 – Idiots Everywhere

12 Nov

Incase you’re living under a rock, a really big rock, you’ve most likely heard of Amendment 64 passing in Colorado. Frankly, I don’t give a flying fuck about it either way. I prefer to stay out of these political/cultural issues if they don’t concern me, which is sadly something most Americans cannot do. Americans love the bandwagon and they love the strict two party system, as well as their allegiance to each party. Hell, die-hard Republicans and Democrats are alike in more ways than they themselves imagine.

However, I’m not here to get into that. I’m here to tell you about some of the biggest fuck heads I’ve seen in college. As I mentioned, Amendment 64 passed on Tuesday (Nov 6) and since then I select group of individuals seem to not understand how bills fucking work in this country. Not only is it still a federal offense to smoke weed, but the bill hasn’t even gone into effect yet. I don’t smoke, but being in Boulder, I’ve seen some weird pot-heads. However, a few days ago I saw the greatest misunderstood/ignorant/self-entitled young adults interact with the police. To cut to the chase, these two bros lit up some joints right infront of the cops walking around on the Hill (a shopping center in Boulder). The cops walk over to them, (as they smell weed), the bros continue to blow smoke in the cops faces, claiming that smoking marijuana was now legal. Ohhh, rich white people. The cops explained that nothing had changed yet. The two guys then start crying, pulling up online forums and articles on their smartphones about legalizing weed. As one can imagine, they got tickets and a firm talking to.

I just wanted to share my experience and to tell you all how awesome it was to watch unfold while I ate pizza. Fucking dinner matinee. I’m gonna miss shit like this after I graduate and can’t people-watch for hours on end each day. ‘Merica

#WhatAreHashtags

24 Oct

No seriously, this has been bugging me forever. Listen people, #hashtags are the way people who don’t follow you can find you, your content, and your messages via social media. This is the important part – if your profile is private, hashtags don’t fucking work. Yah thats right. Despite your 3-5 hashtags per tweet, no one except your 50 followers can see it. Your wasting your time and character count. Not to mention, you look like a fucking idiot because you obviously don’t understand one of the basic features of Twitter, Instagram, etc. Now I’ll be the first to admit half the hashtags I used, I make up – however, people have connected with me through my random hashtags.

Whats really the difference between a private Twitter account and Facebook? Let’s face it. If you have a private Twitter account and use hashtags, chances are you don’t share content. There are actually a few of these people I follow solely for laughing at/with. I mean seriously, social media is there to expand your horizons – meet people with similar interest and share insightful/entertaining content. With a private Twitter account, just stick to your Facebook statuses.

That’s all I’ve got to say today, I know I took the week off but I was sleepy and busy – two rivals in college life.

Free Meal Vouchers

13 Aug

mutha fuckin sandwiches

Sorry to all those that check here daily, I’ve been really busy with moving and blah blah, shit that you don’t care about. I’m all in the new house in Boulder and just kicking it. Anyways, one thing I always notice as the student herds return to Boulder is the flux of new restaurants. My friends and I go out to eat a lot because we’re lazy, straight up. Seeing a new restaurant exist for a few months is pretty common, and we try to make it a priority to try it before it dies. I’m not gonna review places like a food blog or something, y’all have Yelp for that. I’m here just to talk about my first impressions of these new places.

One thing that immediately turns me away is the lack of a website. I wanna see your menu, hours and specials. Its 2012 and if you haven’t noticed and if a you’re gonna go through the trouble of starting a new business, buy your domain. Even the by-the-slice pizza places have a website and pizza is pretty standard. Its about the experience. What’s the mood of your restaurant, the style and the feel? Who knows, maybe I’ll go see for myself or (most likely) I’ll just go somewhere else.

I outta jump on that shit

Know Boulder trends. Chances are if the previous location was occupied by a pizza place, you shouldn’t start a pizza place there – you’re gonna have a bad time. Mexican food in Boulder comes and goes frequently, so maybe after seeing the taco joint on University leave, opening another one a block away isn’t the smartest move. Same exact style and all. I order at a counter and you bring it to me. Cool shit.

I also don’t know how restaurants operate but if my first visit ends in a free meal voucher, fuck that shit. Not only did you open recently and have vouchers all prepared, but it was a weird experience. Shit, if I go to a restaurant every week and you screw up and it ends in a voucher, thats fine. Its like having bad sex that ends in a massage. Still counts. Off of that now, by giving me a voucher on my first visit says two things. Sorry – and – please give me another chance. Yah, I more or less have a gift card, but I’ve had a gift card sitting in my desk from 3 years ago and still haven’t been to that restaurant.

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A Superhero Trilogy Done Right

20 Jul

I saw it. The Dark Knight Rises. Its now 3:30am in Washington DC. I have work at 8:30am. I don’t regret it. I’ve taken many film theory classes and even one on film trilogies (I’m not a Film Major) and I must say – Christopher Nolan, you win. Not only was this the perfect way to end the Christian Bale Batman saga, but it wrapped it up so well that nobody else would or should mess with it anymore. Bane was the ultimate match for Batman – unlike the Joker – sorry, you can tell me about Heath Ledger another day because its about Tom Hardy now. Bane was a smart, strong and equal match for Bruce Wayne and for Batman. He was always one step ahead and when he feel short, he beat the shit outta our hero. Without giving away major points – the ending was a rocky road. Not because of the finished product, but it takes a dramatic turn – for the best. Although Nolan is praised for his unique style of films, the characters almost followed a Hitchcockian pattern, especially Miss Hathaway in the end (you’ll see). Gender roles were different than the previous movies and it wasn’t predictable (at least for me).

I’m not picking favorites between the three films because frankly I don’t care to choose. Its a complete piece of work – like a play. The first act sets it all up with minor action just to feed our attention – the second, chaotic and ruthless (Heath, you my boy) and the third pushes us to the edge of our chairs. Bane provided Batman with an equal. His voice along was absolutely amazing. I want Bane to speak at my wedding and to be there as motivation for when my wife and I decided to have our first child. He allowed Bruce Wayne to transcend his pain, anger and playboy lifestyle. It was a complete physical and mental challenge for Wayne. Usually film trilogies lose it after the first or second film. The Godfather Part III for example, it wrapped it up sure – but it was confusing and painful to watch. The Matrix, eerrr don’t get me started. The Dark Knight Rises wasn’t about bringing up new dramatic twists and turns – it stayed on course. It followed the first and second film’s mentality very closely and thats a major factor on why I enjoyed the almost three hour movie so much. As Tupac once put it – “For every dark (k)night, there’s a brighter day.” What better way to end an amazing set of movies. I suggest you go see it, if not, stream it - I don’t know.

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Dumb and Dumber

19 Jul

If y’all don’t read European tech news you probably didn’t see this. Shit, I don’t even read that crap but this caught my eye. Its about how a kid spent about £1150 (roughly $1800 US) on Xbox Live, thinking it somehow wasn’t gonna come back to haunt him. The dad believes his son – fucking dumbass – and is now going after Microsoft claiming they are ripping him off.

First off, how do you not notice something like this happening over a sixth month period – second, what the fuck is there to buy on Xbox Live that can add up to almost two thousand US bucks? Spending that on porn, guns, movies, I can understand, but Xbox Live? Nice kid. What I wanna know is, did the kid steal his dad’s credit card and just lie about everything or did the dad just mindlessly give his 12 year old his credit card? Either way, I don’t really care. The funny part is rather than punishing the kid and making him work off his debt, the dad tries to blame Xbox and Microsoft. Gotta be joking, not only did you give them your information but there are prices on everything! What kind of irresponsible father doesn’t notice these charges up until his card is declined, there has to be more to the story.

The fahter just needs to drop it with Microsoft. He agreed to pay everything whether he read the contract or not when he signed his 12 year old up. He needs to man the fuck up and deal with his child on his own, without trying to blame other people. He needs to be aware of the internet’s capabilities and the responsibilities you hold as a parent for your child online. Fuck you dude, grow up – shit, I’m just gonna go mindlessly buy shit with my parents credit card then give the same bullshit excuse – “wait, that was real money?”

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Sexercise – Extreme Edition

16 Jul

When I read this on the Huffington Post I couldn’t believe it. Not because it was absurd, just that the Huff would write about it. More or less for those that don’t want to read it or don’t have the attention span, its about how an extremely fat lady  (the fattest living woman according to Guinness), plans to shed some lbs. She was married to some scrawny 140lb guy before she hit the twinkie factory and they divorced, big whoop. However, she was so depressed that she started eating, and eating. Let us not forget Fat Bastard, from Austin Powers, a man that was so depressed that we was fat, ate more because he was so depressed. One of my childhood sources of one liners, might I add.

I’m not here to make fun of fat people though. However, Pauline Potter plans on loosing the lbs, at least 100 of them and reducing her 10,000 calorie a day diet by fucking the weight away. You read it right. Fine, don’t believe me, click the article. Anyways, her poor ex-husband has crawled back for some of that swwweeettt cushion and she tempts him by covering herself with a bed sheet (I’m not making this up). Our species has progressed where people wear things made for furniture as lingerie.

Not only do they fuck all day, (seriously), but they both mention that the risk of death is forever present. Well no fucking shit. Besides the bed collapsing or the guy being absorbed, I’m sure the whole building could go down with the wrong position at the wrong time. No cowgirl there, ever, or some bones are gonna snap. I think what just really stuck with me is that she IS actually loosing weight. I know if she just walked to KFC or Taco Bell instead of driving she would burn some calories, its just the fact that sex is the preferred method. How do you have sex with someone who is almost 700 pounds? I don’t know, but whats fucking wrong here is that this made the news. Whenever I have sex I don’t feel the need to tell anyone, then again I don’t weigh near a metric ton. Infact, don’t we all keep that information to ourselves?

oh hey

Here we go then. How the fucking bloody hell did Huffington Post hear about this? The whales in the ocean must have been screaming for a piece of her if this was accessible to news sources. Was the writer the poor son of a bitch that lived under their fuck factory? Or did this lady report to Guinness that she was loosing the pounds by fucking her way to a size 3? Don’t get me wrong, I applaud her efforts, and her ex-husband’s stamina (he’s got about 7 rounds in him per day apparently) but how did someone first hear about this? My bet is that she went bragging about all the tip? touching? humping? sexual rubbing? her ex-husband does that he calls ‘sex’ and then Huffington caught wind and was shocked as me to find out she’s actually going for the gold.

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Puppy Wrestle Mania

13 Jul

With the boss gone this week and next, her puppy Dottie is being puppy-sat by one of the employees here. Dottie has been coming to the agency everyday and more or less just wrestles with Oreo all day. Its very distracting obviously. First off there are two puppies at work rather than just the usual one, but they run in circles chasing eachother all day. No barking or anything, just a full on puppy brawl followed by a mad rush to the water bowl. These puppies are nuts, endless energy and I swear to god the second you stop watching one of them they will pee in the floor with a big ‘Fuck You’ to anyone who took them outside 5minutes before. I’m pretty sure Oreo took a piss while I’m writing this. Its worse than a baby (I can only assume) since they can run, hide, evade and tear stuff up. I made a little video about it mixed with some Mike Jones and Snoop Dogg to spice it up a bit. However, the puppies are so photogenic that they stop what they are previously fighting over for a truce to take a good picture.

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