Hrm?

So all y'all are blogging about the semester that is more or less over. Entertaining. And Lyp Hussan is still mad. Everything I eat is coated in a fine cheese dust (Party Mix) but someone has eaten all the Doritos and pretzels (Alex). Now over analyze that and stick nature and convention in that statement and you might be worthy of wearing thick-rimmed square glasses. I have nothing to say.

BUT WAIT
I FOUND A PRETZEL
AND A DORITO

So I figure I'll tell you about my brilliant plan to win a Nobel Prize. I overheard two people talking about dog booties and thought to myself, "This is ridiculous. Dogs don't need dog booties otherwise their ancestors would also need booties." Then it dawned on me. Maybe wolves need booties too. No one can tell if they have cold feet as they happen to not just share that sort of information with a random passer by. Thus, I enlisted a small group of people to assist me in giving the majority of wolves- and any stumbled upon coyotes- booties. Only a matter of time before PETA starts noticing my altruism.