Jew Days
Come one, come all - twitter ain't working and I felt the need to speech. My girlfriend Wendy is crazy about popcorn. I can deal with that. What I did not expect was my mother giving me dog-approved popcorn, complete with human-repellent flavoring. He literally gets his own shit now, so I have to deal with two jaws crunching in my ear while I try to mind my own business. What exactly is my business? Without coming off as profound, I really have no answer. Yet I have resolve. I pledge the best of luck to my endeavors, but what are they? I am not a sad sack, but I do not fill the margin of a thirty-year old. What am I to do? Any suggestions? Its scary out there!
UPDATE: high-speed popcorn toss. my dog receives a two out of ten. await updates. AWAIT.
UPDATE: high-speed popcorn toss. my dog receives a two out of ten. await updates. AWAIT.