or her, she rides him like a pony.
what is one man’s art, is an other man’s trash.
I see said the blind carpenter as he picked up his hammer and saw!
Dogie breath mint needed. Or muzzled.
We have a robot that looks for spills at our STOP-N-SHOP. I am so unimpressed by technology.
the dog had standards? who knew !
How come his bio is so small ?
He sings the song of his people.
A deli by my old job sold a “THING” – bacon, sausage, fried onion, swiss cheese on buttered roll. I miss that.