After five days of nursing me through a nasty case of the flu Beau has escaped my cesspool for the warmer climes of Florida. This means I am grumpy and moody and I'm sitting on the couch in his pajamas with the stuffed animal he bought for me at Sea World. What happened to Miss Independent?
I'm going to go moan to myself while eating the brownies he made me and listening to chick music. And if I have time later, I'm going to look for my balls.
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If you find them, give 'em a good scratch, like a real man.
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