where do you people come up with this stuff?!
is there a warehouse in the midwest where a dozen-odd “inventors” are just getting baked out of their minds to devise new ways of humiliating dogs?
dear cyclists,
you go around — over wouldn’t be pretty for any of us.
love,
the overheated orange bump.
there is somebody right behind you and i don’t think i know them. watchout.
with eyes the size of saucers i dove into a full bag of cherries…
and have been paying for it for the past 15 hours with a very angry tummy.
still though, those things were super tasty, do it again in a heartbeat.
… in chalk, which seems a little weird, but who am i to judge.
while initially dismayed that i couldn’t cram through the mail slot, i’m fairly confident that if i just sit here waiting patiently the mailman will eventually come and, accepting my winning smile as payment, post me straight to dog island for the summer.