This little Pug Puppeh is bringin’ some serious heat, covering Metallica’s “Enter Sandman.” Speakers UP, man.
I’d say these guys are!
Anyone know what it’s about?
O pizza, I am your slave. Though your cheesy aroma fills my senses, my search for you remains fruitless (which is fine because I don’t like fruit).
Torment me no longer, pepperoni-encrusted temptress! For you, I would journey across desolate deserts, majestic mountains, and decorative driftwood!
AT LAST! THOU ART MINE! Now to catch up with the rest of you, om nom nom…
From “Pizza in the Wild,” a photo collection from Jonpaul Douglass.
From the BET YOU DIDN’T KNOW THAT department comes this one: throughout history, when a momentous event has taken place–a PUGSTER has been there too.
And now you know…the rest of the story.
Now, ordinarily, I’d just eat this pizza. Three bites, gone, nice to know ya. But there’s just something about this slice that… I just can’t. It’s got those big, soulful eyes, just like me. It would just feel… wrong.
Why do bunnies get all the attention on Easter, huh? I’m just as cute, I have the wrinkly nose, I have the permanent look of disapproval (OK, more like bewildered concern), I look great in bunny ears, and I love to hide things in the backyard!
Via DaPuglet, again.
Our Easter Bunday Mini-Marathon continues…
Can it? Because I’ve got my little hat and my light-up bow tie and I’ve had two beers already and I can say Irish things like “Top o’the shillelagh, Mother Mockery” and okay more like four beers and I know how to riverdance…
“Well, hello there! Would any of you fine ladies like a ride in my custom-tuned, four-on-the-floor, fuel-infected, five-stroke-penalty, precision-spamulated, drag-queen racer?
“Buddy, the famous pug, is catching rays in his ’35 Auburn Speedster!” says Flickrer iamazeyou.