Saturday, July 21, 2007
NJG
I came up with a brilliant plan this week. I've always "tucked" my precious doggie in every night. I had started kissing on her little belly because that is where her tumors are. I'm still kissing on her little belly at night, but now I am sending all of her cancer to Michael Vick, the sorry fucker.
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1 comment:
Amen to that!
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