We had grand plans to stomp around downtown today and buy persimmons. Instead we are at home with a feverish Strudel who is on me like dried vomit is on Tara Reid’s party dress (read: frequently and tenaciously).
However, her will is good. And the empty 3-Star Vodka box behind her has nothing to do with her pinkness, so don’t even go there. It’s her toybox. Yeh, we gheetto.
Where do you come up with this shit?
“Infant Motrin Not Working; Send Pr0n and Kettle Korn” – You are *very* amusing. And Strudel is very cute.
Yeah, she looks like Companion. But also you! In fact, I’d say she looks like the worst possible combination of both of your (T0T4LLY UN4TTR4CT1VE, ew) genes. ‘Cos she’s not cute, not even a little.
Boxcar Dewey says he’s “really glad the both of you bred. Fuckin’ A.”
Damn, we have to figure out a way to archive your taglines.
that is one pink infant. poor little crabby patty.
D: I suppose I could just make a list….
no worries about the 3-star. we all is ghetto in one way or another!