This might gross you out, but please try to focus on the magic and wonder that is The Furminator. This hair pile is only a fraction of what we might normally get, I just happened to piss Powder off during the making of this picture *shocker* and had to call the operation off. My hope was that if I got all the extra hair off her, at least she wouldn't be able wind through his legs leaving white strings of cyanide on his ankles. I've been obsessed with this little brush ever since I paid a pretty penny for it a few years ago, and I'm telling you, the fervor with which I Furminate her (that just sounds wrong) is right up there with the crazy-lizard-tongue I grow when someone hands me a bowl of residual brownie mix and tells me they're going to put it in the dishwasher in 30 seconds. Yeah. Welcome, Brad! Here's to hoping your face doesn't explode when you step foot into my house!
2 comments:
what happened to the furminator from at-homo?
Oh I had to give that back a few days after I tried it. Remember, Margaret took it next and we never saw it again? Man, I miss that job.
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