My shelter of choice, locally, is about an hours drive away so I decided to make a day of it and bring them the stuff which has been piling up since Christmas. By the time you read this then, I'll already be gone. Though that sounds like the opening to a suicide note, it's actually a good thing. My day off, that is to say, not suicide. Unless you're in a lot of pain or really, really bored, then it may be okay. As long as it's legal in your country because I can't do a prison bit for encouraging suicide. I'm quite simply too pretty for prison and I have a terrible allergy to shower-rape. It makes me break out in a rash.
|Nooooooo! I thought the chocolate was freeeeeee.|
|What can I say? It's no one I know, but the picture sure fit the blog post. The original caption on the photo indicates 'Note to any local social workers: no babies were thrown into any lakes during the taking of these pictures'. All I can say is: PROOF OR IT HAPPENED. I also like the qualifier 'local' suggesting social workers from afar who may have concerns can get stuffed!|
|Hard to believe this could be smarter than anything really.|
|Dogs, like people, are much cuter when they are babies. Except for supermodels. They're cuter now.|
Happy Friday Everyone!