COSTELLO RULZ!

MAN!  This is how it was this weekend:
Crappy
Muggy
Humid
 
I mean, there was a stupid dog show on and all I got AGAIN was that stupid " Stello, Stack!"  oh, look, Stello, it's a long haired chihuahua."  Stack my ass.  That's all I have to say.  I mean, I'm being all good and chilling and sweating my cute little ass off and all you have to say is "Stack"   F-off. 
 
Oh, and I am NOT cool with wearing matching pajamas and headgear like in that dumb ass movie you saw.  And B2, I don't give a hotdog's ass about how hard those service dogs work.  If you want a service dog, get a lab or something.  What you got is your roommate's chihuahua, who, by the way, is very handsome and only into doing things that he wants to do and the things that he wants to do have nothing to do with service.  Stop watching Animal Planet. 

Costello: Lennie, we all know and love you from Law & Order. What do you plan to do with your spare time, now that you’ve left the precinct?
Lennie: Thanks, Costello. It’s been a long time. Definitely longer than any of my marriages.
Costello: Exactly how many marriages would that be?
Lennie: I stopped counting at 3.
Costello: I hear you on that one. So, who was your favorite partner?
Lennie: I loved all my wives. For a week or two. Ha ha.
Costello: I meant partner at work.
Lennie: Well, I’d probably say Green. He got my wife jokes and was more than willing to chase down the bad guys.
Costello: Totally.
Lennie: I’ll tell you though, there were some rough years out there. I mean, try working with Benjamin Bratt.
Costello: I totally watch like 4 episodes a day.
Lennie: I totally had like 4 wives.
Costello: Awesome.

These are the things that you need to stop doing:
f-ing with me

Seriously. I will win. I always win.

Holy Crap! Summer is full of hotdogs and other dogs!! For example there was this party for me at my friend's house and there was this grill and a dog named harley and jameson and pax. harley was totally into humping and pax was chill. jameson was kind of a pain. still a puppy, you know. so i don't trust kids or pregnant people.

hey Guyz,
So, I've been sort of on a mental vacation, if you get my drift. I went to the Cotter's this weekend, and whew, was it awesome! I mean, they know how to take care of a guest in that hiz-ouse! For serious. I got tons of hotdogs. One thing though, you ever EVER throw me in the f-ing pool again, I will hurt you.

Now that I think I'm back in the swing of things, let me fill you in on what's going on with me. I think I'm in love. Not "puppy" love, but for serious big time love. But, she's a bit older than me and well, a little bigger, so i'm not really sure how she feels about a may-december relationship, but i'm totally into it. Also, there's this stupid person that comes over every day that my Bs are out. And she's like "oh, how cute you brought me the dog" and "oh, lookit the froggie". Whatever. Here's how it works, AMber: I bring you Blackie. You give me a hotdog and one for Blackie (she lets me hold it for her). I bring you Froggie, you get us a beer. Were you even trained? Who taught you to be my servant? Well, I'm off to hit the clubs.

rock on,
c-bis

Alright.
Okay.
You can shut up now.
I’m back.

I’ve had it rough the past week or so. B2 brought a niece over. At first I thought I might like nieces. Clearly, she was into chasing me. A lot. Which was cool. At first. It was cool that she didn’t keep telling me to “sit” or “circle” or “go potty”. (I hate “go potty” by the way. I mean, what the F does it mean anyhow?) And she gave me a lot of hotdogs. But she then she started making some noises and trying to pick me up. B2 just laughed. Oh yeah, it’s totally funny to be picked up by a niece by one leg upsidedown and then dropped over and over and over again. For serious, no amount of hotdogs could make that worth it. Well, maybe a LOT of hotdogs, still all together like they have on TV. Anyhow, I haven’t seen any nieces in a while, so that’s good.

Then, remember those things that were eating my hotdogs? Well, they’re still here. They’re like, “Stello…watch I’m gonna Go Potty… in your food…Hey Stello… I’m gonna Go Potty… in your bed… Hey Stello… NICE TRAP…hahahahaha!!” It’s been going on for weeks. Always taunting. Always. I was hearing them in my sleep. So, to help with that I choose to sleep near B2’s butt. Sometimes, that can be life threatening, but whatever, I’ve learned to hold my breath.

Anyhow, there were a few other things, but whatever. I’ve been having some private sessions with Turtle about it and then letting off some steam with Froggie on my time off, so you know, blogging hasn’t been on my mind too much lately.

I DID, try to interview John Cotter, this guy who I hang out with and sometimes he even sleeps in my room. But he’s cool and all, but for serious, I don’t understand a lot of what he talks about, so the interview was a bust. I did manage to get a few lines transcribed:

C: So, hey, dude, what’s up? How’s it hanging?

JC: I believe that it was Frederich Engels who said “An ounce of action is worth a ton of theory.”

C: Ummm, okay, so, uh… where does that leave you?

JC: In the words of Samuel Beckett “Poetry is essentially the antithesis of Metaphysics: Metaphysics purge the mind of the senses and cultivate the disembodiment of the spiritual; Poetry is all passionate and feeling and animates the inanimate; Metaphysics are most perfect when concerned with universals; Poetry, when most concerned with particulars.”

C: So, you don’t want to chase me?

So, that’s that. See what I mean? Anyhow, I’m heading to CT to hang with my girl Annie and Mr. Cotter has promised me some killer single malt, so I’m there to celebrate my independence.

Oh, and you should go here: SHAFER SHOULD WIN!

~Stello Out.

PS. Ryan Seacrest, apparently has a small penis.