I didn’t think they could make a stuffed dog that looks more in need of an antidepressant than Chuck, but would you look at that. Either that dog just lost his best friend or is long overdue for a good bonking.
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Heater, Mother of Lance
Heather B. Armstrong
Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.
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