You’ll get no sympathy from me, mutt. The Niglet uses me for a mattress or a pillow all the time. There’s nothing I can do…she piles up on me and next thing I know I am sleeping too.
But this morning after our walk we crashed and soon I was catching up on my Z’s…and the kids outside started playing and screaming and Hannah lost her bloody mind. 70 lbs of baying, howling retard launched itself off my chest. What a way to wake up!
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I woulda shat my pants, but guess what happens when you try to drive 35 lbs of turd out of a 4” orifice all at once? I’m gonna have to make like a mathematician and work it out with a pencil…
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