My Dogs Are Writing A Country Song About Me
I came home at midnight smelling of cigarettes, boxed wine, and other dogs. Oh, and strange pussy* too.
*Ivy has cats, people. Lighten up.
posted by Kat Coble @ 12:36 AM
4 comments
4 Comments:
You and Ivy hung out? I'm jealous. I could have joined in the hatred.
haha :)
You are just trying to up your random hits by pervs, aren't you?
As long as you didn't smell like Bobby. ::more shudders::
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