I can remember when “flaccid” was just an obscure word.
You are supposed to wait until there is an end sticking out of the other end. Then you can floss the cat.
It will be embare-assing when their shorts are in the laundry.
Explains why doggie butt dials you all times.
That night had its ups and downs.
Your current stratus is that your cirrus crimes are cumulus.
We doggies sure does like cute butts. Sniff, sniff.
It’s a holey thing. Oh, darn.