That dog is goddamn glorious.
That dog is goddamn glorious.
Hello, doggy!
My first thought was United Church of Christ. lol
*sigh* I tried to have a logical discussion with her about that but.. it's where she kept her cheese. *throws up hands* Girl was a mess.
Holy fucking shit you win
That makes more sense. I read it as United Churches of Christ (I think), which is a super liberal, laid-back denomination, and even the shouting match seemed a little overboard.
Yes. Yes, you definitely win.
Well, that's terrifying.
No, I win. Nope. Nope nope. I win. Okay. Here goes. It's long but (I think) it's worth it.
Holy hell, that would be terrifying!
Wow, that took a turn for the worst really quickly.
Yikes!! What a nutter....
I've been fortunate but my little bro had the MOTHER of all terrible roommates. This woman. Oh, man. So did a lot of creepy weird shit after he rebuffed her advances (turning off the washer repeatedly when he was trying to do laundry so doing laundry took him 3x as long and/or he had to sit there and watch the…
Jesus Christ....
Oh hell yes I have a bad roommate story.
Argh! My heart. My dog, though still in great health, is an elder statesman and I often find myself catching feelings on what will happen when... well, you know. Though I'm about to go to work and can't play with him, he's about to get the shit rubbed out of his belly and a treat.
What a great tribute! And yeah treasure the moments, because losing a dog you love is hard!