El Presidente, Chunk of Shit, Head Shrinking and Clown Feet.
1. I start Spanish classes on Thursday. Just think…in 8 short weeks, I’ll be president of Mexico!
2. I will no longer say “piece of shit.” I’m going to say “chunk of shit” – it’s got a little something…more to it.
3. Now…let’s be clear.
I didn’t shrink his head.
Or stick clown feet on him.
That’s just how he looks.
When he’s sitting up.
On the couch.
Like a person.


Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.
July 19th, 2010 at 6:46 pm
god help Mexico…
Oh, and LF has a pin head, lol…
July 20th, 2010 at 12:22 am
I started listening to Spanish tapes a week ago and all I can remember is how to say good morning. My brain is turning into a chunk of shit.
July 20th, 2010 at 4:20 am
It’s important to differentiate between “piece” and “chunk”. It’ll make you sound more important, for sure.
July 20th, 2010 at 11:32 am
Seriously uncanny how much they can they can behave like humans.
July 20th, 2010 at 11:51 am
Ignore Ignore Ignore!
Pfft. President of Mexico.
July 20th, 2010 at 1:03 pm
1. Bien por ti, no puedo esperar a ver un puesto de todo en español.
2. After reading this I immediately thought of the Today show’s piece on animal hoarders. One woman had over 200 cats. That’s a lot of shit!!
3. Ah, I still love me some LF!
July 20th, 2010 at 6:16 pm
Is he watching TV?
July 20th, 2010 at 11:48 pm
How I missed LF !
July 21st, 2010 at 5:02 pm
@debra – ha! Chunk.
@Caperucita – Playing Nintendo Wii. He’s addicted to Mario Cart.
@Sandra – heh. We’ll have to remember to send you more pictures.
July 22nd, 2010 at 8:16 pm
instead of shit, use the word “stool” and wait for all the looks you will get!
July 22nd, 2010 at 9:21 pm
“Chunk of shit” makes me gag a little. I’d personally go with “smear of feces.” Perhaps. If I was inclined to talk like that.
August 4th, 2010 at 8:46 pm
just caught up on reading your bloggy and you pretty much made me ‘chunk o’shit’ myself. just sayin’
was in Chicago last week but the only sight-seeing I got to do was to see a deep dish pizza which I fell head over heels in love with. Oh and get lost in O’Hare for over an hour- let’s just say when people kept saying that I had to take the train I thought they were on crack and didn’t realize I had to take an actual train to get to the right terminal.