Friday, January 11, 2008
Boss-Man told me about a Labradoodle he heard about that I could have for free. I pointed out the harsh intrusive realities of an animal-hating cat, tiny house, and forbidding landlord. He tried to guilt-trip me. I told him everything would work if he would buy me a house, thus successfully shifting the blame. He accused me of being a girl. I still won.
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I love labradoodles!!!
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