A few weeks ago, Joe and I drove over to Lala's house to feed Moka while she was out of town. I stayed in the nice warm car while Joe let Moka inside, fed and watered her, and tucked her in for the night.
Joe: Your mom's fridge is empty except for dog food and beer.
Me: Oh?
Joe: It'd be perfect...if I were an alcoholic dog.
No comments:
Post a Comment