Apparently there is nothing wrong with my nose. At the store I was squatted down in the aisle across from some hipster gal. With two six packs and a bottle of soda under one arm, I reached out and got a large bag of dog food with the other. I slid my arm under it, curled it up onto my arm, then hoisted the bag onto my shoulder. Judging by my nose, this display was a turn on for the hipster gal.
Been hangin' with my hound dog too long?
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