Full of gold, indeed, Mr. Dawg.

The scene: Dawg and I are watching Friday Night Smackdown. Jack Swagger, one of the wrestlers I hate theeeeeee moooooooooost in the world, is talking on and on and on for a solid 15 minutes. He is telling the Buffalo, New York crowd about his lifetime achievements. Why? We do not know. Nor do we fucking care. And yet he continues. He whips out his National Scrabble Championship trophy, which is fake, but the following conversation is not.

Dawg: You know that’s real.
Poppy: What? That championship? Or Swagger winning it.
Dawg: The championship.
Poppy: I know! I!!!…
Dawg: They have groups all across the country. I read a biography about it!
Poppy: I watched a documentary about it!!! One of the guys goes to Mexico and has sex with prostitutes before his matches!
Dawg: He was in the biography.
Poppy: Are you that guy from the documentary?!
Dawg: (pause) No, I don’t play Scrabble.
Poppy: Because THAT’S the more important part to clear up!
Dawg: I don’t go to Mexico and have sex with prostitutes. I don’t have sex with prostitutes, period!
Poppy: *giggle*
Dawg: But you have to admit that was really funny.
Poppy and Dawg: *high five*
Dawg: You should blog this. I’m a treasure trove. I’m full of gold.

11 thoughts on “Full of gold, indeed, Mr. Dawg.

  1. Well, I AM full of gold!!!

    Chock full in fact…

    Overflowing I would say…

    I’m just downright delightful.

  2. The great thing about sharing this is I can TOTALLY see that scene playing out like a scene from a TV show or movie. It made me giggle like a school girl who’s heard her first dirty joke! hehe

  3. I would just like to state for the record that my mom makes some of the most hilarious comments on my blog… because we’re related and stuff and she’s REALLY funny.

    Prostitutes usually have A LOT of issues, btw. Not just because they’re leprechauns.

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