That may be true, but after reading this entire thread, it seems as though lard ass has some sixth sense that enables him to differentiate the phony well wishes from the real deal. So I gave paunchy my honest reply to his "work out" efforts and his way of bidding farewell to Fishead. I actually considered wishing him a slow painful heart attack death in the middle his next walk but thought that was a bit harsh, so I went with a minor leg injury.
Saw a show on Aminal Planet last night about the big bears. They drug and capture polar bears that come to close to town, give them 30 days in the hole (an actual bear jail) then release them.
Apparently the bears think twice about coming back to town. I had a pretty good buzz going and thought this was hillarious.
They don't feed them for thirty days either. That's the secret ...no reward for the risk.
