always expect the unexpected. That way when evil shit happens it won't be such a big surprise.
I think it is possible.
That's why most folks at the office, under 35, call me "Mr."..........
&Why I usually come home each night with new bisquits to chew on.
Hey, don't feel so bad, I get called mister, and I'm only 35. Of course, half of these damn patrons can't even legally drink. Anyone else that shows up, let's grab a beer. I can say it's a statewide library consortium meeting and get reimbursed!
Never had a dog or pup who would eat those red, green and brown dog bisquits. They taste horrid. (I used to try to entice my pups to eat them by knawing on them myself. Yech!) Just so you know.
RG.... always ready for a beer consortium.... cheese and crackers, too.Sherry.... I know those bisquits are dry, that's why I keep plenty of beer handy.
Mr. Ed got bisquits like those with peanut butter on em. I've never understood sightseeing nature. You go to a place, watch water fall over the edge, have a beer and leave. After a while all you remember is the beer.
I'm always trying to teach my old dog new tricks, but my canine doesn't like to share her biscuits with my husband.
Would you mind not showing these on your blog, jimmy? Chester nearly mauled me to death trying to get at these. He said, "Mister! Screw the beers, gimme da biscuts!"
Has Cupcake offered to keep you swimming in free beer with donut life preservers?I'd swear you're part of her campaign to get a dog.
respect is earned so if ya got it don't knock it.
They Call You Mr. Eggroll!
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