I found Jack’s racing record online. He ran a total of 100 races in his career and finished first in 24 of them (!), second in 15 and third in 9. That is, he finished “in the money” in 48% of his races. Pretty impressive! His last race was in the summer of 2007, so he’s been living the good life for awhile now. He’s still adjusting to the new surroundings here and some surprising things, like doorways, spook him a little. He’ll adjust in a few days. He's also not eating much but I think we figured out why. Pam opened a can of tuna and he scurried into the kitchen. I think he got wet (canned) dog food at his last domicile. Ain't gonna happen here. He'll get hungry enough.
He doesn’t have any offspring, which hardly seems fair for a dog that worked that hard and that well. Shouldn't he get to spend at least some time in stud service? (BTW, that also ain't gonna happen now.)
You heard about the preacher who called in sick Sunday morning so he could go play golf? He shot a hole-in-one and couldn’t tell anybody.
This true story out of Michigan: The only winning lottery ticket, worth $128.6 million, was sold at a porn shop over by Detroit.
“Well, honey, I’ve got good news and bad news.”
OK, so I’m not real pleased with the preacher’s work this morning.
Maybe he should have skipped to play golf.
This is interesting and thought provoking
Immigration, World Poverty and Gumballs
The new T-Mobile commercials are such an obvious rip-off of the Mac vs. PC ads it's hard to understand how they made it on air.
I can't decide if I like the Kia Soul ads with the rapping mice or if they're dorky.
It's Sunday night. I think there was more but my head I sure can't find it now. Maybe tomorrow evening.
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