It's Evolution, Baby

That's a line from Pearl Jam's "Do the Evolution" in case you care. Woman and I debated about the title of this post for a good while, and she won out in the end. It helps that her fingers do the typing. So, what does the title have to do with me you ask? Well, I think I'm evolving into a Shar Pei ...

Exhibit A - Check out those rolls.



Exhibit B - Giving that sissy pants Shar Pei a run for his money.



Jazzy looks a little disgusted by me in that photo, doesn't she? I think she may have misinterpreted my squinting eyes as a threat to eat her. She does look a lot like a chicken nugget, so really - can you blame me for taking a taste or two?

Alternative titles for this post:

• Does this coat make me look fat?
  
• I can has donut?
• I would never eat you - without barbecue sauce.
• Beefcake!
• Kindly remove Sir Fatty from my royal presence.
• I'm not fat, I'm big boned.
• It's just my Winter coat, seriously.