Fonda: “Back in like, ‘74, I want to say, I kept this cute little Pomeranian stray I found one night eating out of the garbage can at Vilmos Zsigmond’s place up at Big Sur. Named the thing Lucy, even though it was a male dog—but given the cultural milieu, in which even the most rigorously determined of ontological categories were being challenged and deconstructed by a young, sexy, vibrant academic elite, nobody even batted an eye.
“Anyway, the point is, I saved this Pomeranian from having to scrounge around hillside lots in Northern Cal looking for food, brought it back to LA, and gave it a nice home—complete with doggie doors and butcher scraps and professional grooming once or twice a month—and then one day, when I’m out in Napa looking at some potential vineyard acreage, Lucy chews up two pair of my earth shoes and a silk shirt Susan George brought me back from her consciousness-raising trip to Tibet.
“So I pitched the ungrateful little he-bitch into the street. Because, y’know, chewing up shirts and shit like that just isn’t very cool, man.”*
I didn’t see the part in the reforms that calls for Kofi’s head on a plate…
Still waiting…
Are you saying Kofi Annan chews shirts? ‘Cause that would be a bad sign, if I remember correctly from “Zoolander.”
It’s no wonder the pup chewed on things. Classic case of gender conflict. Turing word “account” oh it’s killing me.
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Throw the UN to the street like the yappy little shirt-chewing shoe-destroying lap doggie that it is. Doubtlessly soiled in the sauna as well.