"Ugh!" says Otty. The trouble with little dogs and big fluffy chair pillows is that you can suffer from acute butt sinkage if you get into the wrong angle. Look closely at his feets. He's going down the chair drain.
Lear: And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, never, never, never. Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir. O, O, O, O.
1 comment:
I misread the post-title as "acute butt stinkage."
I have been at work too long.
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