But the Girl Scout cookies …
Yeah, all I can see now are the custard-filled ones without holes. Yumm!
We had a Newfoundland cross. Giant as she was, she would unfailingly find the tablet/pill in the center and carefully spit it out. Politely, mind you.
Actually, it’s not the fourth wall he has broken.
Emotional Support Animal. That’s the latest excuse.
NE 25th and Broadway. Not all that far from the Moda Center, as it happens.
Bigger than a breadbox.
No, no, I’m trying to induce you!
Unless, like, you’re temporarily dead for tax reasons.