Seriously, you were thinking my Haggy and I would spend our honeymoon...or whatever it is...in the cabby?
Pffft.
Pffft.
Where is everybody???
Your bowl or mine, sweet cheeks?Pffft. We have grits here in romantic Tulsa. Besides, we always have a light breakfast anyway.
*opens bottle of Lagavulin*
i'm still recovering from yesterday.
they *sniff* made me go to *shudder*........
new jersey.
Your bowl or mine, sweet cheeks?
We could always lap it out of the same bowl, buttercup.Yours first, love. Mine later.
We could always lap it out of the same bowl, buttercup.
I could be new again.Cella is not the new girl. She's just been gone for awhile.
MY DAWG, YOU'RE STIFLING ME. CAN'T YOU EVER BACK OFF, JUST ONE INCH? I NEED MY SPACE. WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?Well, of course, darling, that's what i was thinking. This morning we could share your bowl. Lunchtime, mine. You don't think I'd wanna be parted from my Haggy for even an instant, do you?
Yes. Yes there is. But better you just pretend.I could be new again.
Isn't there a surgery for that these days?
MY DAWG, YOU'RE STIFLING ME. CAN'T YOU EVER BACK OFF, JUST ONE INCH? I NEED MY SPACE. WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?
I mean, of course, honeylips. Whatever you say.
I could be new again.
Isn't there a surgery for that these days?
Yes. Yes there is. But better you just pretend.
Yes. Yes there is. But better you just pretend.
You don't think my over-sized count will make it obvious?Yeah. T'ain't that hard. Just do everything I do.
You don't think my over-sized count will make it obvious?
FREAKIN' GOLF CLUBS HAVE MORE COMPASSION THAN YOU EVER EVEN THOUGHT OF, YOU MISERABLE, DEMANDING SOW.WELL, IF YOU WEREN'T SO DAWG-GONE DISTANT AND EMOTIONALLY UNAVAILABLE AND GAVE ME EVEN HALF THE ATTENTION YOU GIVE YOUR FREAKING GOLF CLUBS...
Oh, we're all right then, snookums. Look! I bought us some handcuffs!