Seriously, just give a dawg some cake, I've been eating off the Foreman for weeks and I've been in the market for a reliable pet since the infamous opossum incident of 1 month ago. I need night rustling I can trust. I'd much rather this content little fellow rummaging through the garbage for some cake, than a (o)possum terrorizing all of my lady guests.
I had a heartbreaking moment with a cat, so I guess I am in the market for a dog. If this one's for sale and you read this blog, please send me a message with information of your address, time when you're at work, and what kind of cake this dog likes. Thanks a bunch.
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