are always side-splittingly funny.
dad, "I WANT TO CREATE LABRADOODLES*!"
mum, "where did your breasts go???"
they are evidently on extremely different wavelengths. and apparently what my momma gave me is the first casualty of my culinary and gastronomical sloth.
here's to going home an emaciated waif!
*labrador-poodle mixes
this' presley our lady lab
daddy might want his labradoodles but he's gotta find her a new boyfriend first!
till then, presley's main man male is tuxedo.
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