Walter doesn’t like being stuck in traffic

  1. And me sitting on the shitter listening to your pooches complaints - so my shepard barges in, blocks the door looking out and starts one of his howlies...

  2. Actually, it does sound similar. Native American here. Have been to many pow-wows and thought the same thing.

  3. I had to listen to this for only 10 seconds and I’m already annoyed. Why isn’t the owner doing anything ? Letting your dog scream in this situation is just fucking selfish.

  4. That souns like when a movie is set on an arabic country and the typical arabic woman start singing.

  5. Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the “loser,” and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round. I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world. Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment. When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3×5 card reading, “Please use this M&M for breeding purposes.” This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this “grant money.” I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion. There can be only one.

  6. Get back in the car human or let me out. What is going on. I have to pee and poop. Let me out (Crybaby jail song is one of Walter's fave tunes. )

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