Ain't that a fucking crime?
The height of irony...
I am sleeping in someone else's house,
In someone else's bed,
under someone else's covers,
with someone else's dog,
and the bitch ain't even here.
Any poot marks that occur is going to be blamed on the dog.
"No shit. It was Sarah. Bitch was gassin me to death. Like she had gotten into some White Castle burgers or something."
The height of irony...
I am sleeping in someone else's house,
In someone else's bed,
under someone else's covers,
with someone else's dog,
and the bitch ain't even here.
Any poot marks that occur is going to be blamed on the dog.
"No shit. It was Sarah. Bitch was gassin me to death. Like she had gotten into some White Castle burgers or something."