There's nothing a martini and an AK-47 can't fix.
February 22, 2012
Because my dogs are a blank canvas when I am bored.
Filed under Vaguely inappropriate
Tagged with beads, border collies, dogs, Mardi Gras
… And the bigger the biscuits, the more gravy ends up on your shirt. Is Riley a keeper, then?
Yes, I am afraid Riley is a permanent member of the Harrison clan these days.
Best. Poster. EVER!
I only wish I didn’t always associate the word “biscuits” with “The Humpty Dance.” It’s like one of those subliminal things that’s been so deeply ingrained into my mind that I don’t even notice it any more. It was fine back in the 90’s, but now whenever I point to a bread basket and say “Just grab ’em in the biscuits!”, my friends ask me why I can’t ever let anything go.
All of us who lived through that era have the same problem. You are not alone.
Love the little spots on his legs. And you’re giving me ideas for Isabel and Teva’s next Mardi Gras … *rubs hands together maniacally*
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