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Woof, woof.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Wanted: Shark Sweatshirt
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Fall Back...INTO ACTION!
As the tick tock of the clock momentarily stopped for an hour to let the US of A align itself with the rest of the world, Spuds snapped out of his post-summer mourning period with a new found spring in his step.
He spent the day zipping around the island of Manhattan with his hot pink skate board and favorite flannel button up; snatching cupcakes from the hands of innocent tourists, licking off the icing, and giving them back the sub-par, bare naked cup of cake before they even realized what had hit them. How's that for a Sunday agenda.
He's currently passed out on the penthouse terrace thanks to the genius combination of icing, agave spiked hot toddies, and expense reports. (Because, yes, even the most ballin' bull terriers have to organize receipts.)
He just may have barked hard enough to have temporarily lost his woof. No worries, he'll jedi mind trick that sh*t until he's reclaimed his full-on puppy health.
Woof, woof.
He spent the day zipping around the island of Manhattan with his hot pink skate board and favorite flannel button up; snatching cupcakes from the hands of innocent tourists, licking off the icing, and giving them back the sub-par, bare naked cup of cake before they even realized what had hit them. How's that for a Sunday agenda.
He's currently passed out on the penthouse terrace thanks to the genius combination of icing, agave spiked hot toddies, and expense reports. (Because, yes, even the most ballin' bull terriers have to organize receipts.)
He just may have barked hard enough to have temporarily lost his woof. No worries, he'll jedi mind trick that sh*t until he's reclaimed his full-on puppy health.
Woof, woof.
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