So I had these ideas, I would tell you some funny stories about Los Angeles and dogs because I was going there because sister had a baby and then there is ANOTHER fire and then I'm not going and then I am and then I'm not and then I am.
Oh my god. Too many long stories. Let's just cut to the chase. Fire controlled and out. Drive far Sataurday night. Someone has to go to the grocery store and there is no beer and she can't eat chocolate and where is that dog and did anyone get the fish out of the car and thank god the air conditioning got working again. Here's your top headlines.
Thank god they saved the house. We LOVE firefighters.
Thank god they saved the house. We LOVE firefighters.
Thank god they saved the house. We LOVE firefighters.
Found the other 2 horses at the fairgrounds and don't know who brought them in, but they were there.
It's a boy. But actually we already knew it would be.
Duh, you crashed into Jared Leto because it was the MEN'S pants rack dumb ass!
And then another huge chunk of skin from the chemical peel came off into her tostada and by god, that WAS Nicholas Cage in the booth.
Otterpop, that is NOT your tennis ball. GODDAMNIT!!!
Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
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