So true
I mean, say I could have Rear Window era Grace Kelly as my bird. But the deal was that she would hunker down and curl off the most noxious turds imaginable in the street whenever we went out - and that I would have to pick up that shite - then Grace Kelly could pack up her diamonds and gowns and fuck off. Why in the hell would I do for a dog what I wouldn't do for the most beautiful woman that ever lived? It's madness, I tell you.
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After you my dear Alfonse No. After you., Mon 13 Oct 2014, 18:44,
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