Just *hanging* out by himself in the bedroom
Thanks for the gold!
This is a bomb in a bull.
Me: I love you. 911: Hang up. Me: No you hang up. 911: Stop. Me: This is so us.
Patti O'Furniture
Gold Scars. I'll see myself out.
I'd tell you happy birthday, but to me, you've been dead for centuries
Angel food cake of course!
I've trapped it in my bedroom, send help...
It sounds like you have a reptile dysfunction.