Thursday, September 6, 2007

Jessica Simpson's Dog Is Sad


It's time for someone - PETA or the ASPCA or someone - to get up in the grills of these movie star assholes who drag their poor animals with them everywhere they go. I'm telling you, it's sickening - seeing the look of utter desolation on the face of some poor pooch who, instead of being allowed to frolic on the green grass somewhere, is constantly being dragged through airports, loaded into luggage holds and driven around in taxis. Don't these fuckhead stars have any compassion for their poor pets? Like that dimwit Jessica Simpson up there. If you asked that shit-for-brains why she feels the need to cart her pet everywhere she goes, she'd probably say some crap like, "I can't stand thinking of him all alone without me. He makes such a sad face when I'm about to leave. It just breaks my heart." Well I say phooey on that - cause that ain't the real reason imbeciles like Jessica schlep their despondent pups around like so much baggage. Jessica, like so many neurotic nincompoops, needs constant reassurance and comfort. She can't get through life without someone or something there to remind her she's "loved" every five minutes. And since she can't hold onto a man, then her poor little dog is going to be pressed into service. Silly, immature bitch can't get through life without something soft and fuzzy in her arms to soothe her dimwitted insecurities. Fuck you stupid whore, why not give the poor dog a rest and just take some sedatives? And by the way, when you're leaving and doggy gives you that sad don't-abandon-me-look? He knows you eat that shit up. He's playing you. The second you're out of sight he's like, "Yes, the dumb fuck is gone. Now I can shit all over the carpets, and break into the fridge and eat the rest of the tuna salad!" Stupid twit - it's a dog, not a little person. Stop projecting human feelings onto it. It doesn't have human feelings - it has dog feelings, which are just as real, but not the same. Trust me Jess - the dog doesn't want to go with you every time you pop out to the supermarket, or decide you need a little vacay in Aruba. You want to make the dog happy? Give him a nice shoe to chew on. He's a dog. That's all he fucking needs. He's not neurotic and stupid like you.