Last night I got to hang out with my neighbor Heather which was super fun. At one point we were talking and I realized that she is the first neighbor I have ever known/been friends with. She seemed shocked about this until I reminded her that I was living in NYC where your neighbors either don't speak english or are harvesting organs from their apt. True story, Susanna's neighbors actually were harvesting organs.
Anyways I had a really nice time hanging out with Heather but by about 9 she was ready to decorate her christmas tree and so we parted ways. I was on the fence about wether I should go out or not but once I saw these nice nice doggies I realized I had made the right choice by venturing out for a drink.
They were just all snuffles and grunts and adorableness. I don't know what they were doing at the bar but I don't have a problem with it.
I want a nice doggy that I can take to bars with me.
It is almost my birthday...hint hint...hint hint...
You're not allowed to get a French bulldog, though, because then you'd be my dream man. And I'm way too busy to come to Florida and marry you.
ReplyDeletePlease please get a puppy! You can call him Stabler!
ReplyDeletepomeranian. that is all.
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