Monday, December 3, 2007
Heathcliff's owner decides that taking his cat to the dog racing track was a good thing, and did so. To his shock, Heathcliff spent the entire time booing. Well, I'd be shocked, too. If a cat started booing, I'd probably kill it as a herald of the apocalypse.
In other news, when you go to a large auditorium, the sign atop it merely describes what is going on inside. It isn't Ford Field, it's "FOOTBALL." Churchill Downs? "HORSE RACING." St. Peter's Basilica? "BORING LECTURE." Yeah. This place shouldn't be named "DOG RACING," though, it should be called "INSANE FUCKING HILL WITH SOME BUSHES." Or maybe those are the stands. If you can't be bothered to put effort into your drawing, I can't be bothered to properly interpret it. So there. Cockbag.
More mouthlessness, more dumbass signs, total nonstop Heathcliff!