Ordinarily, this blog is filled with anecdotes about the hijinks and shenanigans of your favorite faux religious leader, HSBP. Lately, however, the life of His Sinfulness has been so dull, so repetitive, so mind-numbingly quotidian, that posting the details is actually prohibited by law or the Geneva Convention or something. Over the years, desperation has driven me to post many things, but I draw the line at human rights violations.
Instead, we bring you Friday Furious with her interpretive dance, La Joie du Traitée (The Joy of the Treated).
I Spare You the Details
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I'm not sure I understand the specific symbolism of Ms. Callahan's latest contribution to the fine arts, but her motions moved me on a profoundly emotional and metaphysical level. Or something. Gawd our puppy is cute!
Heart. Melting. Now.
I never knew Kibble was the dog equivalent of catnip.
These peanut butter biscuits are more like heroine for her... ;)
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