I guess you probably could say that this post is sponsored by my butt.
Would you look at how excited this dog is about living with kids who bring home new toys.
They can’t ever blame the fact that their height was a disadvantage.
Turning her into a zombie after she’s already been turned into a zombie.
Well, shit. I just googled DOG SKIN CANCER and now I’d like my memory erased.
The grand finale of her birthday presents and the beginning of years of ER visits.
She was once a little glowworm and now she can perform a wedgie dance.
Chuck very much approves of this new house, now please leave him to die.
This is before two pieces of cake, three scoops of ice cream, and that bag of candy my evil sister gave to her knowing it would send her through the roof.
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