this is how tumbles sleeps. when it's cold she sort of tucks my feet there in between her folded up blobbiness. the great part is i don't have to wear socks or slippers during the winter.
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I want to make French 75s while I play LOL but that seems like a lot of work. It calls for a shaker and I imagine the spirit of Will looking down on me if I fuck it up.
I want to make French 75s while I play LOL but that seems like a lot of work. It calls for a shaker and I imagine the spirit of Will looking down on me if I fuck it up.
I want to make French 75s while I play LOL but that seems like a lot of work. It calls for a shaker and I imagine the spirit of Will looking down on me if I fuck it up.
*quietly hides can of coke*
Oh, sir, can I get you another... coca-cola? At once, sir. Thank you.
I am probably going to go to a flower store and buy a big bouquet of baby's breath and leave it where Winston fell in a couple of months. It'll be the one year anniversary of his death. He loved baby's breath.
I am probably going to go to a flower store and buy a big bouquet of baby's breath and leave it where Winston fell in a couple of months. It'll be the one year anniversary of his death. He loved baby's breath.
So much so he would climb up into a crib to steal it.
every person who doesn't like an acquired taste always seems to think everyone who likes it is faking it. it should be an official fallacy.
He was my first dog. He cared little for people, was super independent. Didn't like most people holding him. Loved to pick fights, only with dogs bigger than him. Could bend metal rat cages with his jaw and was just awesome.
Like when my friends and I were together he was with us. Mac liked being one of the boys. He went on adventures with us. Played with us and was our constant companion. He was an amazing dog. But when he turned 7 he was having some problems urinating so we took him in. Mac had late stage bladder cancer and they gave him 6 months to live. In usual Mac fashion though he lived for 2 and a half years never missing a beat. Still fighting, hunting and being one of the boys.
The day he died he went out on the deck to watch the sunset and just laid down and passed on. Coolest fucking dog ever.
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He was my first dog. He cared little for people, was super independent. Didn't like most people holding him. Loved to pick fights, only with dogs bigger than him. Could bend metal rat cages with his jaw and was just awesome.
Like when my friends and I were together he was with us. Mac liked being one of the boys. He went on adventures with us. Played with us and was our constant companion. He was an amazing dog. But when he turned 7 he was having some problems urinating so we took him in. Mac had late stage bladder cancer and they gave him 6 months to live. In usual Mac fashion though he lived for 2 and a half years never missing a beat. Still fighting, hunting and being one of the boys.
The day he died he went out on the deck to watch the sunset and just laid down and passed on. Coolest fucking dog ever.
That's an awesome way for him to go.
Our cat just seemed to get sick with somethin' that didn't pass and then he disappeared one day, going to die alone as cats do.
so far the pet death that has hit me hardest was duke, tumbles' brother:
he was a super rad dog. my best memory of him is one day i came home from school and no one was there so all the lights were off. i started to walk into the kitchen when i slipped on an (unseen) puddle of duke's pee. i went totally airborne, toes in front of my eyes, and hit the ground hard. so i'm on the floor, breath knocked out of me, in tears. duke walks over and puts his tail between his legs, lays next to me, and licks the pee out of my hair until i recover.
i miss him.
tumbles is my last real memory of him. they're from the same litter, and she's past 13 now and not in great health.
I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS ANYMORE.
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i don't want to talk about pets dying you fucking assholes i will cry at the drop of a hat
This weight loss website doesn't seem to have much in the way of alcohol. Am I not supposed to drink robust and various cocktails while losing weight...? That's... that seems strange.
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so far the pet death that has hit me hardest was duke, tumbles' brother:
he was a super rad dog. my best memory of him is one day i came home from school and no one was there so all the lights were off. i started to walk into the kitchen when i slipped on an (unseen) puddle of duke's pee. i went totally airborne, toes in front of my eyes, and hit the ground hard. so i'm on the floor, breath knocked out of me, in tears. duke walks over and puts his tail between his legs, lays next to me, and licks the pee out of my hair until i recover.
i miss him.
tumbles is my last real memory of him. they're from the same litter, and she's past 13 now and not in great health.
I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS ANYMORE.
what is it with you and extremely disgusting dogs
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this is how tumbles sleeps. when it's cold she sort of tucks my feet there in between her folded up blobbiness. the great part is i don't have to wear socks or slippers during the winter.
I love this post.
Mostly because I'm imagining you as a tiny Eric Cartman.
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
i once had a cat named Kittles!
everyone would call him skittles
and five year old me would go
>_<
HIS NAME IS KITTLES
Now I want to paint
Should I paint my gears of war minis Y/N
Stop humanizing Republicans, Gooey!
I love it too, but there's this weird undercurrent of tragedy going on
was kittles ... was kittles ... gay?
and the gengars who are guiding me" -- W.S. Merwin
It is madness
Republicans are objects.
Neutrinos are interacting with the dark matter again. Universe is all topsy turvy.
he was a stray that my brother and i let into our house one day. he never left. never fought with our dogs, or messed anything up.
infact i have pictures of him washing the faces of our dogs. he was the best cat.
he died 10 years later. i still get teary when i think about it.*
*edit: this was 12 years ago. gosh it has been a long time.
also Charley Ford really looks like a friend of mine, but with nicer teeth
and the gengars who are guiding me" -- W.S. Merwin
and the gengars who are guiding me" -- W.S. Merwin
*quietly hides can of coke*
Asshole.
Oh, sir, can I get you another... coca-cola? At once, sir. Thank you.
hi5
Or, well, no he wasn't really. But I liked him a lot. He liked me too.
But I don't get teary eyed thinking about him because I'm not a pussy.
The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
kindergarten cop
So much so he would climb up into a crib to steal it.
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
and the gengars who are guiding me" -- W.S. Merwin
I mean with the look and the girl and the being intruiging as fuck, oh man
EDIT: Godamn you Eddy.
He was my first dog. He cared little for people, was super independent. Didn't like most people holding him. Loved to pick fights, only with dogs bigger than him. Could bend metal rat cages with his jaw and was just awesome.
Like when my friends and I were together he was with us. Mac liked being one of the boys. He went on adventures with us. Played with us and was our constant companion. He was an amazing dog. But when he turned 7 he was having some problems urinating so we took him in. Mac had late stage bladder cancer and they gave him 6 months to live. In usual Mac fashion though he lived for 2 and a half years never missing a beat. Still fighting, hunting and being one of the boys.
The day he died he went out on the deck to watch the sunset and just laid down and passed on. Coolest fucking dog ever.
That's an awesome way for him to go.
Our cat just seemed to get sick with somethin' that didn't pass and then he disappeared one day, going to die alone as cats do.
he was a super rad dog. my best memory of him is one day i came home from school and no one was there so all the lights were off. i started to walk into the kitchen when i slipped on an (unseen) puddle of duke's pee. i went totally airborne, toes in front of my eyes, and hit the ground hard. so i'm on the floor, breath knocked out of me, in tears. duke walks over and puts his tail between his legs, lays next to me, and licks the pee out of my hair until i recover.
i miss him.
tumbles is my last real memory of him. they're from the same litter, and she's past 13 now and not in great health.
I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS ANYMORE.
This weight loss website doesn't seem to have much in the way of alcohol. Am I not supposed to drink robust and various cocktails while losing weight...? That's... that seems strange.
What the fuck?
Those are absolutely identical, wtf is wrong with these people?
Yo Sarks
what is it with you and extremely disgusting dogs
Now you have to wait to post again.