I liked her. She wasn’t like other girls. She was old fashioned. She didn’t just send a nude. She hired a professional artist to a paint a nude portrait of her, framed it, and then shipped it to me. It took several months to get to here. It had to travel a treacherous voyage around the cape. Many men died bringing me this wonderful work of art.
Liberals are like “it’s fine if you want every child in public school to recite a nationalist oath in unison while facing the country’s flag every day but don’t put ‘under God’ in it that’s fucked up”
Sept. 16 8:52 am
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'what kind of guy would leave a usb key containing highly classified intelligence behind two pieces of gum in a vending machine'
probz the same kind of guy who hides his spare house key under a haphazard cinderblock that literally anyone could kick over by accident
You got it
So 5 years ago for my sister’s 8th b-day my parents decided to get her a puppy. Technically it was a present for all of us.
We got her through a rescue dog service. Our puppy is believed to have escaped from a puppy mill in Mississippi and was found living in the woods. She had no teeth and a bad case of the Mange. She started being treated and grew all of her adult teeth healthy and strong as well as her coat.
On the day of K’s b-day my parents went to pick the dog up a few towns away. When they arrived I took K outside and we opened up our dad’s car door to where the puppy was sitting in the car.
K was ecstatic and took the puppy on her leash around the yard. Our parents told her that the foster family was calling her Lovey and K went with that.
We love our dog so much. She looks kind of like a fluffier dingo and is still very sweet. She’s never fully grasped playing tug, she doesn’t eat any of the dog bones we’ve gotten for her, likes to roll around on the ground with carrots, and treats, will lose one piece of kibble under the couch and then days later will sit and whine and paw until we find it under there. She has dainty looking back paws and a very vicious bark and growl. She will push herself until she is laying upside down in someone’s lap even though upside down Lovey dogs sneeze a lot. When she dreams deeply she makes zebra noises.
When it’s hot in the house and she gets lonely she will come and sit in my room.
She likes to try and play with the cat. Sometimes she forgets how long her snout is and will turn quickly and smack it on a doorway. She sheds so much. She loves our dad best but she clearly loves all of us as well and gives us a lot of affection.
She is pretty much perfect.
She is so lucky you found her, and you are so lucky she found you.