You know your fridge's my only security for when I'm broke! 'Cause that's the only place I get to soak up the buns. Burger buns, that is. I still feed your dog occassionally though, whenever you're not looking. Thank you, Miss Crow.
All right, all right. I feel guilty enough as it is for cutting you off, so I guess we can work something out. Considering you're feeding my dogs and all. I'm not going to ask what you're soaking the buns in though. I'd be a little leery of anything in the back, just so you know.
Now Sheryl, you know you got enough goodies in that fridge to feed a third world country. I meant I was soaking up the buns, and did not mean it as a sexual innuendo if you meant that, then I have so much to learn about you still. Oh, you mean stuff like that thing in the brown jar? I think it was supposed to be peanut butter but it tasted kind of funky.
haha thanks, but you need to add an e and an x to that particular title. i was just too hardcore for the choreographed dancing set. don't worry, i'll definitely be harassing you.
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