After the DnD session Saturday that I slept through, most of us ran to Taco Bell to score us some food. I was the last to run through line and everyone had already sat down. The checkout guy and the girl in drive started talking about dogs. Apparently, the checkout guy breeds chihuahuas and was all excited that he was gonna get a new type of dog soon (he went on at length about it, but all I got was that it was slightly larger than chihuahuas but ugly). The drive chick mentioned she wanted a dog, but it had to be a good, little puppy. She did not like bad puppies. So I quickly interjected that she should go to badpuppy.com (note that this is not a clicky link) because they gave all kinds of tips to raising well behaved dogs.
I kept a straight face. They believed me. I am a terrible person.
