May 11, 2016
To Obama, that’s the Lunch Menu.
This is how Obola stood out in his circle of friends.
A good laugh, so hard to come by these days.
Obola greases em up with that minty paste …
then he sticks em up Reggie’s … uhh … I don’t wanna think about it … then he eats em.
He calls em “Crayola Corndogs.”
izlamo delenda est …
Moose considers it his “breath freshener” …
“Anonymous” is me, in this particular case.
It finally occurred to me how the association of gays and rainbows came into being.
Ah, the joys of dog ownership! But I wouldn’t change a thing. I’m down to one now, and except for being a food thief extraordinaire, he’s a good guy to have around.
I had to laugh at the dog who barks at pants. My male Westie barks at wine bottles. Actually he goes beserk when we go to open one. No one knows why…
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