In homage to the passing of Buddy Ebsen, I’m going to come clean and finally reveal that the real name of the dog in this post was indeed Buddy Ebsen. It’s important to note that we can’t refer to him as just Buddy, because the dog’s name is BUDDY EBSEN.
Assure me that I’m not yet showing even though I CAN’T ZIP UP MY FAVORITE JEANS. OH MY GOD.
Mogwai: Happy Songs for Happy People
For verbally abusing the Nacho Cheeze Doritos, when secretly and passionately I love the Nacho Cheese Doritos.
Eat a fudge brownie with your bare hands and then grab my white shirt and scream. I know you’re only two years old, but it’s time you at least started acting like an adult.
1. I have eaten more hot dogs in the past five days than I have eaten in the collective whole of the rest of my life. I’m not talking about three or four hot dogs; I’m talking multitudes of hot dogs, legions, mobs, swarms of hot dogs. Hot dogs for breakfast, hot dogs for lunch, [...]