Located but not adjudicated. Or sentenced. One can hope.
See, now THAT’s funny. Big fat stupid head attached to a tiny little stupid other segment, with “the tiny little stupid hand” deal.
Finding that in my underwear drawer would be scarier than the chest burster in “Alien”.
It’s his safe place.
Too bad he was found. We would have been MUCH better off if he’d stayed missing.
I’d have guessed he’d have been found in a pile of dirty underwear, his true natural habitat.
They’re filthy when he leaves.
Much Love to Curmudgeon at Political Clown Parade. I Am Honored, Madam.
A Fellow Texan Who Loves German Shepherds, Like Me
A Tremendous Honor from the Mothership
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