My dog only recognizes me as some weird round-headed kid who comes home once or twice a year to feed her.
The rest of the time, she ignores me because she's out chasing the Red Barron, while simultaneously getting the motherfucking snakes off her motherfucking plane.
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And I always had a thing for Peppermint Patty. I think we're looking at a double date scenario here.
(And may I add, the Wikipedia entry for Peppermint Patty is genuinely frightening in its completeness.)
Richard, if we ever find them, you can count on it!
What does your dog think?
My dog only recognizes me as some weird round-headed kid who comes home once or twice a year to feed her.
The rest of the time, she ignores me because she's out chasing the Red Barron, while simultaneously getting the motherfucking snakes off her motherfucking plane.
Marcie? Naw, you need the cute redeahded girl.
Nah, the cute redheaded girl doesn't know I'm a live. I need someone who wants me.
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