This is a pitiful Pudelhund who had a tumor removed from her foreleg. Biopsy pending, but it shouldn’t be anything to worry about.
Or laugh at.
I just had more fun standing around in a cold gravel parking lot than I’ve had in a long time. And I swear there was no booze involved.
Well, maybe a little sangria, but it was non-alcoholic.
The last three times I’ve been to the bathroom, I’ve ended up using the last sheet of toilet paper on the roll.
Am I unlucky or just full of crap?
Since I;ve continually proven that my retarded touch typing skills are utterly unable to type an apostrophe instead of a semicolon when I;m trying to type a contraction, how about you and me just agree to ignore it?
It;ll save me hours of backspacing over the course of a year.
Maybe I just have an abnormally short right pinkie? You know what that means…
I was having such an epically shitty morning at work today that I decided to push the envelope and go back here for lunch.
And now we wait…
Of course I didn’t take into consideration that I have to drive 400 miles tomorrow morning. Nice planning, dumbass.