Fats living through their dogs So, I went to the gym with my father today. Suprising lack of hams 'working out', which was pretty sweet. Afterwards, we had some afternoon to kill, so we decided to hit a nearby dog show, because why not? Holy McDicks, the amount of hams in that place! Femayo left and right! For those who haven't been to a dog show, one of the aspects of showing a dog is running around the ring. Thus, I was given the 'pleasure' of watching a bunch of Beetus Broads jiggling around with their pet. Probably haven't run that hard since the time they chased the ice cream truck! Imagine being so pathetic and disgusting that your only way to feel 'specshul' in life is to spray your depressed dog with an entire bottle of hairspray, and go walk around a ring while a judge fondles your dog's balls. Soon I imagine they won't even be walking anymore. Dog shows will be specifically designed for scootypuff users. All in all, I felt like it was less of a dog show, and more of a prize pig contest.