I came home today to this sitting out in the living room.
Let’s ignore for a moment, just for a moment, that I eat trashy cheap food because I’m lazy (and trashy, probably, let’s be honest, here) and it’s cheap, and let’s focus on something else.
WHAT KIND OF DOG DOES THIS? IS HE SECRETLY A GOAT IN DISGUISE? Or a tiger shark?
DOG. I do not starve you, you little tin-can-chewing bastard!
I found a pop-can like that once. Satin had chewed through it. Luckily it was sitting puncture side up and very little spilled. I think she was just fucking with me.
Maybe she was attempting to gift you by showing you she was your humble servant and would be happy to open a soda for you, should your hands be otherwise occupied.
Just like when she killed the evil bread beast and presented its corpse at my door, ready for consumption?
Naw. If she was making an offering, she would have dragged it down the hall, which she thankfully did not do.
“Look, I made you half a sandwich!”
“I made you a bread, but I eated it” is more like it
Nonono, she poison-tested it.
Dog wanted a muthafuckin’ meatball it looks like.
Plus a little fiber.
Jebus, I’m a little scared.
I know, he’s got to have adamantium teeth. 😐
What I find weird is that he actually left the meatball and ate Chef Boyardee…
Between that and the dildo, maybe guys’ fears are justified…