Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Don't Call Me Tommy


Just call me Ol' Number 39090. I got my official dog license today. How humiliating. I'm supposed to wear this around my neck all the time. I DON'T THINK SO.




Explain to me, how is this different than those poor concentration camp survivors?


3 comments:

Sandy said...

If your daddy wasm't so cheap he'd a sprung for the vanity license. Just like for cars you can get any 5 letters or numbers you want. He coulda got TOMMY. Would you object to that?

Anonymous said...

YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF TOMMY! THERE`S A WHOLE WORLD OF DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU`RE WEARING OF THAT UNIMPORTANT TAG, AND THE CRUELTY OF HITLER AND HIS HENCHMEN. YOUR DADDY SHOULD HAVE TAUGHT YOU MORE SIGNIFINTLY ABOUT YOUR FAMILY`HISTORY OF THE JEWISH PEOPLE, AND WHAT THEIR TATTOO MEANT, AND HOW IT DEMEANED A WHOLE RACE OF PEOPLE. TAKE BACK YOUR WORDS IF YOU WANT TO GO ON 'BLOGGING' TO THE PUBLIC. THEY ARE MORE INSIGHTFUL THAN YOU.
SHAME ON YOU!!

your big brother said...

Tommy,
You should consider yourself a pretty lucky cockapoo that you're not in the Holocuat. I'm sure Dr. Mengele would have loved a pooch like you; he could run some tests and experiments on you to figure out why in the world you don't/can't fetch. I think those tests would do some good. I'm outraged that you can't fetch.