If someone stole my bees, I’d positively break out in hives!

Poor bee guy, I’m sure it really stings.

I like Ed Sheeran. All you haters can suck it. That being said, Cartoon Ed looks like Danny Bonaduce barfed up Harry Potter.

That’s Daisy. She was a stray and I kept placing her but she came back 7 times because she’d scoot out doors and take off. I discovered accidently that she could run miles and miles like a dog running robot and now she’s fine. The exercise while slightly excessive takes the edge off her anxiety and she’s a doll. She…

I see your weirdos and raise you a Sparkles.

Here’s our current one, Ms Judy Boots, Professional Busybody (named by SNS!). It’s not hard, they’re so fun. Judy has needed some socialization but she’s turning out just fine and goofy as shit, cracks us up 24/7. That Stevie is sure cute. Just saying.

Nope. Dog :)

A lady heard me talking about him where I get my hair cut and was interested. I took him out to her house in the country and now he lives on a big fenced in property with another dog and a couple horses and barn cats and chickens. He has a collar activated doggy door so he lives the perfect dog life of outdoor…

Dog.

Oh I can pour it on. Here’s our foster dog last year and his lonesome eyes. He’s hypnotizing you...”be my friend, you will not be sorry.”

You should have told the looky-loos you cracked it open yourself to see what your brain looked like. Nosies.

Dog. He/she is waiting for you right now, full of hope and snuggles. Two dreams will come true, yours and some sweet pup’s. GET THAT DOG.

Holy shit, your poor noggin. Glad your recovering and really, that’s going to be one bad-ass scar.

“Well then you’re officially going to hell.” - Mike and Mother.

And a lump should be shoved up each one of their perpetually clenched elitist mansplaining assholes so that when they get booted and collectively shit their pants we’ll have diamonds! Win-win!

Please where can I order this t-shirt? I’ll pay in bitcoin and snickerdoodles.

I’m an unintentional scrawny female from a long line of scrawny females and would love some curves. One of my coworkers said to me Tuesday in a loud voice “you’re so skinny, you’re legs are like toothpicks!” I no longer anxiously explain the genetics or that I eat normally like I used to during my childhood and early…

“Gas of life” for fuck sake, listening to her gives me the bends.

I love eggnog so much I take a swig every morning to start my day with that delicious noggy taste. A annual desolation overtakes me about two weeks after Christmas when I stand in front of the empty nog row in the dairy case and realize that grim winter is upon us.

The made a movie about this: All Dogs Go to Heaven.