I'm not worried, I feel I've done enough to survive the Donnapocalypse. Here, have a truffle.
Also, it occurred to me that I saw a little Papillon at my father's prospective flat called Jack, and it made me bizarrely faux nostalgic considering I've not actually met Puds yet, determined to make him move there, and then I went back over your introduction post and noticed NOT ONE MENTION WAS MADE of said furry individual, and I thought either the breed is so French it brings back terrible flashbacks of John [giggle] or worse yet, you had simply deemed Puds too unimportant to mention. GASP! Less is not always more when it comes to dogs, biscuits and cock, normally best served seperately.
Mentally I spanked you so hard that my Grandma in the next room isn't walking right this morning and smoking cigars.
I couldn't believe it either! I thought, shit, once bitches be friends cutting their own dogs I thought, none of us are truly safe! It gave me an admirable shot in the arm for my then complacency. It occured to me I hadn't read the name in a while either, perhaps she's gone into the witness protection programme to testify you after you did her hair cut, but I'm sure that would have merited at least a reasonable length of email. In many respects though, this new hardened approach to life gave me a newfound respect for you and indeed, the axis of evil.
Poor Puds. But they say history is written by the winners. You definitely have more sex than her thanks to your Aryan dog dating policies.
You are correct :/ what the hell! I must have wanted to change the section and then forgotten to write it, fucks sake. I'm going to give her her own section in the people bit to make it up to her. No wonder she loves the boy more :(
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Also, it occurred to me that I saw a little Papillon at my father's prospective flat called Jack, and it made me bizarrely faux nostalgic considering I've not actually met Puds yet, determined to make him move there, and then I went back over your introduction post and noticed NOT ONE MENTION WAS MADE of said furry individual, and I thought either the breed is so French it brings back terrible flashbacks of John [giggle] or worse yet, you had simply deemed Puds too unimportant to mention. GASP! Less is not always more when it comes to dogs, biscuits and cock, normally best served seperately.
Mentally I spanked you so hard that my Grandma in the next room isn't walking right this morning and smoking cigars.
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Poor Puds. But they say history is written by the winners. You definitely have more sex than her thanks to your Aryan dog dating policies.
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don't let me go!
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