I want the puppywoman's inside pants.
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I want the puppywoman's inside pants.
Tpht. You don't need anymore inside pants.
Beef stew with buttermilk dumplings. I am fit to burst.
Oh, PUPPIES, please don't do that. At least not in public.
Let me guess: eating their poop?
Let me guess: eating their poop?
Drunk-dialing Palin?
Loki is asleep.
In the bathtub.
And it isn't as if it is warm or he has a lot of fur (he's actually got really short fur. Hardly sheds, unlike the other two.) Weird kitten.
I've finally sucumbed to Puppy Cam.
Tpht. You don't need anymore inside pants.
Tpht. It's like you're not even speaking english.
Tpht. It's like you're not even speaking english.
I'm worried you're going to get one of those fleece robe/blanket/allbodywrap thingies they sell late at night on cable TV.
Dana! You'll pleased to hear what Emmett spent all of his birthday money on: the complete box set of Friends episodes.