Peanut Butter
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Dunno if it was bear or giant dog, but something left a big steaming pile of shit, fly covered and all. I didnt get mad or even flinch in surprise, just thought "that pretty much sums up my life". About an hour later, I get a call from my mom saying my dog is sick, and they are going to put her down in a half hour. I tell them to wait because I want to be there. She was 16 years old but I still called her a puppy.
One big pile of shit I tell you.
Tried getting a hold of a friend to burn one for Sparky, but no one will answer their fucking phones.
Peace Spark.
One big pile of shit I tell you.
Tried getting a hold of a friend to burn one for Sparky, but no one will answer their fucking phones.
Peace Spark.