We have no words other than wakka wakka wakka wakka…
We have no words other than wakka wakka wakka wakka…
*Assuming by saving you they have to lie on the bed, eat, drink and watch TV!
Buster doing his thing on all the new or newly cleaned rugs… 😉
And now we are going to sleep it off.
… according to the graffiti I saw on the door of a sprinter train in the Netherlands.
Shouldn’t the chocolate be blue?
As seen in the Jordaan, Amsterdam.
Quick, everyone to the Meatcave…
Ask not who DeBoyz growl for. They growl for thee… (It’s like purring in cats if they like you, but exactly not like that if they don’t…)
Here we are, minding our own business, shopping in the British Grocer and totally unexpectedly an ancient enemy is beside the sausage rolls, ready to defend them and the meat pies against the onslaught of DeBoyz. There were no casualties…