My Tattoos

I was feeling a little reckless, a little rebellious last weekend, so I went down to the waterfront and got some ink done.

My Dogs

This morning I went to sign my Dogs up for welfare.  At first the lady said, "Dogs are not eligible to draw welfare".  So I explained to her that my Dogs are  mixed in color, unemployed, lazy, can't speak English and have no frigging clue who their Daddys are.  They expect me to feed them, provide them with housing and medical care, and feel guilty because they are dogs.   So she looked in her policy book to see what it takes to qualify. My Dogs get their first checks Friday.
  Damn this is a great country.