Overthunk

Driving today (why do SO many posts start like that? I DRIVE TOO MUCH!), I saw this brilliant solution to all our Middle East problemos, articulated in seconds by a piece of sticky vinyl affixed to the back window of a pickup. I couldn't get a crappy cellphone picture in time, so I had to use my mad Paintskillz to recreate this piece of Americana for y'all. Somewhat guiltily, I have to admit it had a certain lizard-brain , barbaric charm on some hickass level. I like to think that my cerebellum rapped the medulla oblongata (or wherever such cavewoman sentiments stem from) soundly. In any case, the thought went away. The laughing didn't, though. Can you imagine the pacifist violence that would erupt in response to this if you were driving this truck in California or somewhere? A rock through the windshield or a lead pipe beating would be prescribed to drum up the lost compassion in your sick, Southern, Bush-loving heart. Besides, it's not gas yet. It's just sweet, sw...

Please, PLEASE, Errant Pugs: You, all of you, must immediately cease and desist wandering into people's offices and farting indiscriminately, and then leaving, without so much as a lick on the toe or a snorty passing glance. It's not nice, people having to work in Gaseous Pug-scented (new from Glade) air. I mean, really. Have a whit of couth, o wrinkly faced paragons of cute.