When I got up this morning, I found my spouse crouched naked in the bathroom, slathering the dog in tomato paste. Doggo is shaking and splattering the walls red like a murder scene.
"We were out of tomato soup" was the explanation.
Either I need to go grocery shopping or doggo FAFO that skunks are not breakfast.
When I got up this morning, I found my spouse crouched naked in the bathroom, slathering the dog in tomato paste. Doggo is shaking and splattering the walls red like a murder scene.
"We were out of tomato soup" was the explanation.
Either I need to go grocery shopping or doggo FAFO that skunks are not breakfast.
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