As many of you have noticed, there has been a surprising lack of posts to this blog in recent weeks. We would like to apologize for this as the fault lies squarely on our broad, handsome, shoulders. You see, the lack of posts is directly related to Dogs Of Atlantis content directive 001, also known to regular readers of these pages as the Prime Directive. As our main protagonist's life has slowly intertwined with a young woman we will henseforth refer to as Silverfox, (cause her hair has streaks of silver, and she's a fox, natch...) the humorous slice of life anecdotes that this blog is known for become harder to write without breaking Directive 001.
We here at Dogs of Atlantis like to think that we are unopposed to change, because for the most part, it is a good thing. (Unless of course it involves happy, swimming puppies suddenly changing into distressed drowning puppies, or someone trying to pay the tab at a fancy restaurant with nothing but Nickels, Dimes, and Quarters) As such, we are in the process of reviewing our publishing policies with the intent of altering them to allow for the changes in Rob's lifestyle. We will of course keep you apprised.
Now for some Funny on a Thursday:
A man died and went to straight down to hell. The devil greeted him and gave him a guided tour of the place. He told the man that there were three rooms he could chose from in which to spend eternity.
The first room was full of flames so hot the man couldn't even breathe. He told the devil that there was no way he was choosing that room. So they moved on.
The next room they came to was full of people who were being beaten and tortured. It looked so painful the man could not watch. He told the devil he definitely didn't want that room, and they moved on.
The last room they came to was full of people who were just sitting around drinking coffee and relaxing. The only thing was that they were standing around in about two feet of poop. The man looked for a while and then told the devil this room would be all right.
The devil gestured for him to sit down and the man took a seat. He did, sipped his coffee and felt really pleased with his choice. After a few minutes, a voice came over the loudspeaker and said, "Break time is over! Time for another 10,000 push-ups!"