Well, not so much of a whomp as a plop, but it’s looking like a white Christmas.
Yes, Chuck. I remember what it was like to Christmas shop in flip-flops in LA. I feel your pain.
Whenever I get a shot of Chuck mid-yawn I imagine him having a very thick Midwestern accent.
The look that says he knows he did something wrong but he’s not sure why it’s so wrong.
We practice political correctness in this household especially when decorating the dog.
My dog loves me for one reason only and I can’t really blame him.
This is so insane considering how much a bag of these damn things costs.
This could qualify as a “New Tunes” post for those kids in the audience who are like, “Garfunk what?”
When Coco isn’t at the front door barking at passing cars, you’re certain to find her here. Happy and full.
Every dog filtered down into its most common parts, a land of roving Super Mutts.