Back in the day, I used to run a shuttle of a dozen dogs to what’s it called? Magnuson Park? Something like that in Seattle. And it’s simply not possible to keep track of 12 dogs chocolate landmines, so I’d inevitably pick up three or four “cold ones” each trip.
Oh man, i know.
Back in the day, I used to run a shuttle of a dozen dogs to what’s it called? Magnuson Park? Something like that in Seattle. And it’s simply not possible to keep track of 12 dogs chocolate landmines, so I’d inevitably pick up three or four “cold ones” each trip.
Pants down and you could be donating your own turds to the park. Equilibrium restored.
“…pants?”