Dark stories, tales of whimsy and random brain droppings.

Judgement Dogs

“Pansy, did you see what that meathead did?”

“No, Gracie, what?”

“He locked himself outside.”

“Again?”

“Yup?”

“Should we rescue his hairless butt and open the door?”

“That depends. Is there any bacon left?”

“Yup. On the counter.”

“Sorry, meathead.”

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