Sounds like they are actually suing him. Didn’t they hear that he died?
Mail order fashion
Saturday: platypus time
At least he didn’t see Odie on a table
Of course: he wanted to fill Jon’s coffee with some seasoning
She’ll purr if you brush. Especially if with one of those fancy cat brushes that dig deep
Garf on the way to the patent office
He needs energy to produce all that cat hair..
Input: food. Output: cat hair.
I’m imagining Isabella walking out of the front door of a house filled floor to ceiling with cat hair: “my work is done”
The good, classic republicans are now called RINOs.
Projection…
Sounds like they are actually suing him. Didn’t they hear that he died?