How’s that meme go?
That wasn’t me last night.
That was drunk me.
I’m sober me and I am not responsible for whatever drunk me said or did.
Please take it up with drunk me next time he’s around.
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Herding dogs come in all sizes.
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Is the dog’s name Napoleon?
Thanks for this.
Starting the day with a laugh. 😄
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My little papilllion would press the back of my ankles all the time pushing me where she needed me to go.
5
dog heard about a chinese recipe for rhino horn…
3
Wondering if Claudia gave him this one…?
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LOLOL
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Everybody . . .
Gather round . . .
Kaa Kaa Kaa
Come Back, HAPPY
Aye an a bit o’ mackeral, fiddler, rack and fear
And I rutted down by the Hade in the furrow
Well, I slipped me in a flop and hit down and I shied
An’ cried, cried, cried
The fear of fallin’ down aft’ taken, never back to rise
And then cried Mary
And I tucked up wi’ a claymore out and about
And I run down, down the mechyn sty
And beckoned the fiery whore
That was fallin’ around the feet
Never I cried
Never shall ye get me alive
Ya rotten hound of the Bernie Bros
Well, I sanpped for a blade
And a claymore cut and thrust
And I fell down before him, round his feet
Aye, a roar he cried
Frae the bottom of his heart
That I would nay fall but dead, dead as can by a feat
Yep.
Little Dog Syndrome?
Woe unto the RINO …
mortem tyrannis
izlamo delenda est …
RINOs are cowards …
Mittens being chased by Sandy O’Cortez.
mortem tyrannis
izlamo delenda est …
How’s that meme go?
That wasn’t me last night.
That was drunk me.
I’m sober me and I am not responsible for whatever drunk me said or did.
Please take it up with drunk me next time he’s around.
Herding dogs come in all sizes.
Is the dog’s name Napoleon?
Thanks for this.
Starting the day with a laugh. 😄
My little papilllion would press the back of my ankles all the time pushing me where she needed me to go.
dog heard about a chinese recipe for rhino horn…
Wondering if Claudia gave him this one…?
LOLOL
Everybody . . .
Gather round . . .
Kaa Kaa Kaa
Come Back, HAPPY
Aye an a bit o’ mackeral, fiddler, rack and fear
And I rutted down by the Hade in the furrow
Well, I slipped me in a flop and hit down and I shied
An’ cried, cried, cried
The fear of fallin’ down aft’ taken, never back to rise
And then cried Mary
And I tucked up wi’ a claymore out and about
And I run down, down the mechyn sty
And beckoned the fiery whore
That was fallin’ around the feet
Never I cried
Never shall ye get me alive
Ya rotten hound of the Bernie Bros
Well, I sanpped for a blade
And a claymore cut and thrust
And I fell down before him, round his feet
Aye, a roar he cried
Frae the bottom of his heart
That I would nay fall but dead, dead as can by a feat
And the wind cried back
Come Back Happy