TBH, Wally’s a sweetheart; 17lbs of spastic tuxedo-furred sweetheart who occasionally tries to eat my hand, and enjoys lying on the kitchen linoleum and being spun around at high speed.
I beseech the M[c]S membership to caption this pic –I’ve been coming up w/ fuckall.
“Stay thirsty my friends.”
Hello Ladies… Look at your pet… now back at me… sadly your pet isn’t me…
And not one fuck was given that day.
“Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea, for the Devil sends the
beast with wrath, because he knows the time is short…
Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the
beast for it is a human number, its number is six hundred and
sixty six.”
Uh.No. Talk to the paw.
eye iz nly powerin’ up one lazer to take care of you.
“I know what you are thinking, and I do not approve.”
Your idea has some small merit, proceed to intrigue me further;
or, I will eat your hand.
He is unbelievable. Also great comments on this post so far.
No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to DIE!