Twice a day, I pour my dog a bowl full of kibble, a specially formulated blend of barley, lamb, herring, and few other goodies I'm told will fully meet his nutritional needs. Sorting out my own nutritional needs is a bit more complicated. As much as I appreciate the variety afforded me by the bounty of fruits,…
Oh, Slurm. You're green. You're delicious. You're highly addictive. But you're also secreted from the rear orifice of Wormulon's corpulent Slurm Queen. You can't be everything to everyone, can you Slurm?
I've waited for this moment since season one of Futurama. Man and canine, living together, sharing a bowl.