a few things from the hairy one (Tim)

ok I talked to Tim the other night and he had a few things he wanted me to post.

firstly he said he may become the sponser of a high-school pirate club. Yes he will no longer be known as Timmy P, but as black chest-beard, or shave-bad the sailor, or quite possibly Captain Jack Hair-ow (you like the strech I put on that one). So in conclusion of part one, if you are ever around Tim watch out for the black dot and ninjas.

ok on to part two. According to Tim this is a true story passed on from Bill. So I guess this girl who is an aquaintence of one of Bill's friends was house-sitting in Chicago. Now the people she was house sitting for had a dog. Upon returning to the house one fine afternoon, she discovered the dog "sleeping", I say sleeping to keep young'ens like Jared from becoming upset with their first encounter with death, upon the living room floor. Now this being in chicago there was no back yard in which to lay to rest the mortal remains of the dog. So she decided to get the dog to a vet or other animal type place where they would be able to handle the rest. Now seeing as a dead dog is not something you would generally carry on the L-train, she put it in a suitcase type aparatus. The dog being somewhat large was an akward thing to carry, she was struggling with it. A nice gentleman offered to help her. He asked here what was in the bag that was so heavy. Not wanting to respond, "A dead dog". She told him it was full of computer parts, could have been the dogs name I suppose. He promptly punched her in the face and ran off with the bag.

I have no ending for this segment so I take a small bow. (george carlin, fart jokes)