Fear of missing out is Quagmire’s reason for being.
Fear of missing out is Quagmire’s reason for being.
I could have stayed there for the rest of my life.
The milk of human kindness still flows.
Trust me to have a wedding night like this one!
Poor, poor Stuckie. What a story.
“INTRUDER ALERT!!!!!!!”
I’m an extremely tactile person.
Thud. Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle…
That’s what I heard. On my bed.
I saw this on some local social media recently. My first thought was, “How in the hell do you lose a Saint Bernard?” I mean, this is not a dog that can scoot past your ankles while you’re checking the mail. It’s not going to tip-toe past you while you’re binge watching Arrested Development. It’s …
It’s heartbreaking when a beloved dog dies. People who don’t have pets don’t understand, really. They become like your children. Only, if you lose a child, there’s a vast support network. When you lose a dog, people expect you to snap out of it. They nervously offer up something about the Rainbow Bridge, and then …
The View from a Drawbridge 