Punch dog in heart

Just watched Lost, immense. Now watching Masterchef. I rock. I roll. What can I say. Some bint is cooking with nettles, and thats not a metaphor. Work was ok last night, quiet, working a kid that reminds me of the terminator, which is freaky as fuck...but kinda inspirational. Dig it. The title of this blog refers to when an old friend, asked me, in all seriousness what it was called when you punch a dog directly in the heart, as my dog was going mental in the back of a car with him. Had to be there, probably laughed more than I ever have. Lemon Sole on rocket with ginger drizzle...