I was stinkin' like usual today, but it was good because my fumes helped me come up with ideas. I don't know why, but the fumes help sometimes. It's like that's one of my magic powers from the sauce packets. But it's almost like my gypsy curse is wearing off because the fumes don't help very much anymore. Maybe I need more pigeons and nachos.

I started training my dead dog in the park today. He is good, but dead. Every trick we tried turned out different from when we started. So I kept having to rename the tricks to “lay down” and “play dead” because that was all he could do. Then everything turned to hodge podge and gravy and we had to leave for a while. I don't think I will go back again.
Maybe I need to get that skateboard for the dog and enter him in a downhill derby. He could wear the racing underwear and everything. Now that would take care of the hodge podge.

Later on, I tried to stuff things up my nose as an extra storage container. It was working good until I got to the prune juice and pocket lint. It was almost like old people wanted to move in and rent the place out. I didn't need that. Not in my nose!
So it took me a while to recover and then I was back to letting the fumes help me out with ideas.

What a good day!