My wife and daughter have been subjecting me to the Westminster Dog Show. Hey, I like dogs as much as the next guy, but watching a bunch of dogs run around? A dog is a dog, for crying out loud. And having to listen to Mary Carillo trying to crack jokes? "What did gun dogs do before there were guns? Were they unemployed?" Stick to tennis, you moron.
But I have been able to find something worth my attention: some of the women running these dogs around. These thick-ankled, no-nonsense MILF's in their tight fitting business suits? Awoooo!!!!! Woof! Woof! *pant* *pant*.