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I fear both your and your golden retriever’s rejection. The gift receipt to the anthropomorphic hot dog chew toy is my only source of comfort.
At one point, she pulled out a magical wand and goes, “Is this mine or yours?” I’m not even kidding.
Sure, the door might have been slightly ajar, but I had to walk through it. And I drank all the milkshakes and yelled, “How do you like me now!”
Noise: B+ Before the screaming, you were doing great.
Daily tasks include confirming server uptime, dusting intake fans, and fighting off rogue bots as moral sentience emerges.
The use of multiple exterior facades, including the blanket from Buster’s dog bed and what appears to be a Summer Camp T-Shirt, is commendable.
Dog Allergy: She has a dog and he is allergic to dogs.
His Hat Doesn’t Fit: When meeting with your accountant, you might not think to glance up at his purple top hat.
I’ve read that Forbes named your circle as one of America's best groups to befriend in 2024.
If you say something like, "Oh, you mean, Casper like the ghost?” I will not return your giggle.
Not long ago, our cavalry covered every paved block in this fair town. The streets were once teeming with glorious Camrys.
Didn’t you read the fine print before signing electronically that you agree to the terms and services? Item eight in particular?