Oh, Cheezits. That’s not right.

I heard he liked puppies, and never, ever kicked one. He couldn’t have been that bad. Right?

This is Farley. He’s a rescue, half husky, half greyhound. In his last home, there lived someone who was very cruel to him, who took joy from causing him pain.

Oh, well done.

You chose to post it, that was enough.

To me it looks like she’s stuck in a sneeze. “This is the greatest moment in music. I’m so glad I’m here for it... Oh, no. Not now! I have to... Look in the light! LOOK IN THE LIGHT! Goddamn it, nothing... Back to the music!”

Let’s mail him some bacon.

She always looks 12 to me, but I’m 105, soooo...

I think she looks really cute.

Thank-you for posting that. I’m about to go to bed and maybe now not all my dreams will be terrible.

It’s tons of fun at the dog park.

Carbs. Gluten*. People hate both those things. The same people who hate puppies and fun.

Smart! I like it.

My beast is half husky, half greyhound. You are never done grooming a husky. Not ever. Damn furry goofballs.

You know that feeling when you have the last nite of something so delicious, so, perfect, so... extraordinary that you don’t want to eat anything ever again because it would wipe out the last bit of lingering taste that wonderful thing left in your face? That’s how I feel about your comment. I just want to shut…

Anyone who self-references as a ‘social media influencer,’ needs to have their internet taken away. Permanently.

Right? Like, why is this even a question?

I deeply need to see a picture of that Snoop Dogg branded gumball slot machine. I think my life depends on it.

Legit question here: How do you use her bread as a dip? Did I mis-read something?

I’m not a fan of TPW, (for no particular reason. I’m just... not) but goldurnit, “No one is chaining you to a stove and forcing you to cook her stuff” is simply solid fucking gold.