What good do they serve again? Oh that’s right. Not a mother fucking bit of good, that’s what.

So, my genious of a dog decided it would be funny to corner a skunk in the yard. And then proceed to get BLASTED in the face. Let me tell you guys something, you think when you smell a skunk as you’re driving down the road that it smells bad? Well it has nothing on a direct hit.

The worst part of this whole ordeal, is that the funk just hangs around. I swear, everytime we think we get the smell out of everything, I walk into the bathroom, or down the hall, and smell it again. DAMMIT! This funk just won’t go away!

I hope that stupid skunk get’s hit by a dodge.