Shame on me, for thinking today was turning into a slow news day. SHAME ON ME! I just received an e-mail in my inbox, which was so palpably fantastic it cast a yellowish glow on my face, much like the mystery suitcase John Travolta opens in Pulp Fiction.
This one time, we’re going to ask that you watch the video before any commentary on this site is made. It’s an old timey number involving alcoholic dogs in suits and a lil bitch named Queenie who gets paw-handled by a French Bulldog. No, literally, watch it RIGHT NOW.
Some questions: Was Queenie being raped? Because as much as I feel like this video was delivered from my virtual womb, I sort of have a problem with that.
How did they teach a dog to slap another dog’s face?
Did they glue that whiskey glass to that dog’s hand?
Why was animal abuse in the 20s SO CUTE?
How many Oscars did this win?
Is the rapey dog rabid? That laugh…
HOW DID RAPEY DOG LOCK THE DOOR?
Holy sh*t, I have to watch this 2000 more times.
