Hey, Carol. I guess you breed your dogs a bit larger where you come from.
Adding a bit of style to his current condition which I am apparently not allowed to joke about.
A post for pet lovers and everyone who has loved Chuck from afar.
If you’ve got some to spare, I’d gladly take them off of your hands.
My new nickname for the poet who lives in the basement.
“When I tried to write happy / Yo I knew I lied, I lived a life of crime / Why play ya blind?”
Let me tell you a story about a dog named Chuck.
When he heard this news he took a huge shit right next to my bedroom door.
Your angry email should have the words “dew claws” somewhere in the subject.
He should be glad that I didn’t buy any nipple rings during my travels.