With No particular Place to Go
Just now washing the dishes, cleaning up the last of the skanky ones, and she didn’t have to woof a word; the fastidious blond bombshell, laying beside her food bowls, and somehow I just knew. THEY were the skankiest. Yup… and after they were washed and dried I filled them up, and yes that Mom was indeedy what she wanted – CLEAN MY BOWLS BEATCH!!! … Continue reading With No particular Place to Go