Now this is just getting ridiculous and out of hand.
Now that I think about it, I’m not sure if I had to insert a single modesty patch this summer.
He is very soon headed to the salon, and they really need to pay attention to his cuticles this time.
Very rarely do I use the flash on my camera, but there are certain instances when it is required.
“Chi son? Sono un poeta. Che cosa faccio? Scrivo. E come vivo? Vivo. In povertà mia lieta scialo da gran signore rime ed inni d’amore.”
Yet another moment in a very necessary recurring series.
Hey! Get off his lawn so that he can nap right in the middle of it.
My alarm system is now a sign on my front door that says COCO LIVES HERE.
They grow these little pumpkins for this very purpose.
October comes in like a lamb, and that lamb gets roasted and slapped between two buns by a lion about halfway through.