It's Wednesday in Serenaville. I've got no sponge cake, no six-string. There's no tequila, either, so I guess I don't really need the salt shaker.
I didn't do anything noteworthy Monday. Or Tuesday. Maybe today. Or maybe not.
In any event, it's Hump Day. Have a happy one!
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I could really get into trouble in Serenaville. What sort of treatment might I expect, if I were to get arrested for disorderly conduct? Inquiring Pug felons want to know.
Pugs -- and dachshunds and beagles and spaniels, for that matter -- can expect exceptional coddling and pampering in Serenaville. And don't worry; if you misbehave, I'll hide you from the dog catcher if he tries to arrest you. I might have to discipline you a little bit, but you won't mind. Much.;)
Oddly, I have misplaced my shaker of salt. I took out the sea salt grinder and am making do. However, I wonder.... did you spirit it away? There's always a woman to blame.
Oh, I know it, Quid. This is a maaaaan's worrrrrld.:)
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