Lily Puppy
My blogs
| Industry | Human Resources |
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| Introduction | So, let me introduce myself 'n stuff. My name is Lily and I am a puppy. You may be asking yourself, "why would a puppy doggy baby named Lily be writing a blog?" Get used to it, holmes because this puppy is wild, crazy, brainless and tends to be literarely inclined. Yee (That's means "Yes" to those of you not used to the puppy's way of speakin'). Anyway... I am the puppy that encapsulates brainlessness. And I will be telling you about my life as a puppy, my weight problems, my view of evil kitties & my time in 'Nam---that's Vietnam for those of you who don't your history. You cheesewheels.... Anyway, you can come to this blog every day and learn about the awesomeness that is the Puppy Lily or you can subscribe to the blog. I said subscribe to the blog! Or don't...see if the puppy cares. She don't. Yee, whatever... |
| Interests | dogs, humor, comedy, cheese, Krispy Kreme, Klingon, blogs, blogging, writing, energy drinks, shellfish, ruling the world, Brazil, Germany, dog biscuits, sausages, Easter, Telemarketers, Spam,Global Warming, Presidential Election, Wisconsin,Texas, Michigan, New Hampshire, Switzerland, blubber, fat, weight problems, wait problems, intelligence, brainlessness, stupidity, long walks on the beach, kitties,etymology,food, Vietnam, tasty food, all the food in the universe, people who love the Lily, people who aren't going to mess with the Lily, people who don't confuse the Lily, people who subscribe to my blog |
| Favorite movies | Underdog, Old Yeller, Das Boot, Milo & Otis, Homeward Bound, The Incredible Journey, The Chronicles of Narnia |
| Favorite music | Underdog by Audio Adrenaline, Snoop Dogg, You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille, Reggae, |
| Favorite books | Brainlessness Becomes Her, Call of the Wild, White Fang, Old Yeller, Really Old Yeller |
Your superpower is that you smell like dandelions whenever someone lies. How will you maintain your secret identity?
Oh, that smell is not from the Lily...that's from those uppity dandelions that strike when you least expect it. I hate crossing that picket line every day...