Dogs are suckers for sob stories.

Oh that stupid groundhog was right! It’s a snowstorm! BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

I had a dream this morning that Kier-La came back to get married, and I was hanging around her house which was like a party house in some ways, and I thought it was my last chance to tell her that I used to have a crush on her, which doesn’t make any sense. And the Thickets jam space was in a garage that was behind her house.

That’s all for now.

One Reply to “Dogs are suckers for sob stories.”

  1. Substitue the word “Thickets” with “peanut butter” and the word “house” with “blouse” and you’ve got an even better dream.

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