Every time food appears anywhere in the room there’s a puddle under them. That’s why we can’t have nice things.
for the love of dog
for the love of dog
Every time food appears anywhere in the room there’s a puddle under them. That’s why we can’t have nice things.
Every hour spent away is time wasted, but hey...there's stuff you need to do for food.
He's fast. He's brown-ish. He is the Brown Lightning, running to something past you.
As soon as the engine starts they fall asleep.