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…regularly. Every once in awhile, a fellow dog owner strikes up a conversation with me about Fabulous. It almost always begins the same exact way.

Stranger: What’s her name?

Me: Mr. Fabulous.

Stranger: It’s a boy?

Me: Nope. She’s a girl named Mr. Fabulous.

Stranger: What’d you do that for?

Me: I had the name before I had the dog; it’s a nod to “The Blues Brothers.” I said if I ever got a dog that I was going to name it Mr. Fabulous. When I ended up getting a girl, I figured it didn’t really matter what her name was, so I kept it.

Stranger: Oh.

Nine times out of ten, the conversation usually stops here. This morning, however, a woman and her male mutt Tucker approached us, and instead of ending the conversation there she added this little jab.

Woman: Oh, Mr. Fabulous… you’re so gay.

I probably would have let it go, but when I turned my head towards her I noticed that Tucker was busy humping another male dog from behind. The words were out of my mouth before I even realized it.

Me: Yeah, lady… my dog’s gay.

She puffed up and yelled at Tucker; I smiled, put Fabulous’ leash on, and left.

Touché,

-Shady

Seriously!

About to hit up some rummage sales,

-Shady

…last Friday for a few hours. Admittedly, most of the time, I looked like this:

But I did get to hang out (albeit briefly) with my Uncle John and Aunt Teri.

That made it worth the trip.

Another con down,

-Shady

IT CAN BE! IT IS!

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I’d drink beer out of a dead squirrel… or human,

-Shady

…that beat Mr. Fabulous?

Yeah… not so much anymore.

Fab for the win,

-Shady

…for “Pala Tute” right here:

Still wearing purple,

-Shady

…Costa Rica Campeón del Valle!

And then there was one,

-Shady

and I don’t need to edit any video to prove it.

So let me get this straight, Breitbart: The media misconstrued your misleading video? Huh. Imagine that.

I’ve said it before,

-Shady

…seriously.

One of the things he’s managed to save is this drawing of Snake Plissken from “Escape from New York.”

I drew that picture for him more than twenty-five years ago. I didn’t even know it existed until he emailed it to me yesterday.

I know I’m biased, but I’m pretty sure you can see the beginnings of a genius in the making here. The proof? I put nipples on Snake; nipples are a clear sign of brilliance. That, and I signed my name “Justin the Creep” which proves I enjoyed pseudonyms even at a young age.

Thanks for the walk down memory lane, John!

The Creep,

-Shady

…here’s some sweet revenge.

Thanks to Latta for sending it along.

Legalized extortion,

-Shady

Old Poop!