The place where the world comes together in honesty and mirth. Windmills Tilted, Scared Cows Butchered, Lies Skewered on the Lance of Reality ... or something to that effect.
When exactly did our pups not only get in our homes, but be
LET in on purpose, and take over our lives, and become our incredibly
dedicated companions? And when did they learn to rig the game so that WE
pick up their poop?
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