( they're definitely the kind of idiots who are screaming at each other on an otherwise empty rooftop within whispering distance, because what is reasonable volume anyway? mick pushes all her buttons in the worst way, and for the record, it's her fridge. )
It's beer, obviously, for dogs. My dog. The dog I have, that comes to work with me, that sleeps in the dog bed, in my office.
( it's like talking to a child. only a very large, very stubborn child whose veins have a habit of popping on one side of his head. )
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It's beer, obviously, for dogs. My dog. The dog I have, that comes to work with me, that sleeps in the dog bed, in my office.
( it's like talking to a child. only a very large, very stubborn child whose veins have a habit of popping on one side of his head. )