Actually, he is TGB's dog. My dog is dumb, but quiet.
Shut up if you're going to babble on and on about how cute he is.
|Bitch please, I am cuter than you will ever be.|
Don't worry you damn animal's are people too (they're not) types, in a few days when he's a whimpering bag of sadness and anxiety because of the Fourth I will be holding him and acting all gooey to make him feel less like a pussy.
Living in Redneckistan means the Fourth of July Festivities are going to last all summer! I will be the guy celebrating when Cletus J. Cousinfucker blows his fat fingers off and has to bang his sister-wife with a stump.
At least she'll finally get some girth inside of her instead of on top of her.
Whatever. Dexter is in for a miserable month. I almost feel bad for muzzling him.