Gah, now I feel sad for the guy who lost his dog.
Ruff?
Gah, now I feel sad for the guy who lost his dog.
Ruff?
Sometimes I call your mom and tell her you're gay
Ruf-ruf, ruf-ruf-ruf!
I call them from a spoofed pound number, then tell them I just put down a dog fitting that description and that I'm not supposed to say anything because we have quotas to meet, then I hang up.
I assume they call the number back and people at the pound vehemently deny the accusations because they have no idea...
Good times...
... rough.
RUFF
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