moronosphere

it is now 10.37pm on a saturday night and there have been nothing from my usually cerebratory-induced brain thats got me a thing to say.

Today i had to go to work, and then i saw a good looking dog lying weak outside the mall's glass doors. Straggling, lost from it's owner, disoriented and probably very thirsty. Patrick was rationally suggestive regarding the remedial options of stray relief. But tis to be Singapoop, where SPCA is stray warrant and where straying mammality is submitted to eternal slumber. The dog's got nothing but animalistic optimism left now that all sources of hopeful reliance is gone. But for luck's sake and should the heavens permit that helpfuls or the owner of said stray "chance upon" thy blog:

Your handsome black dog is at Orchard Road.