A Christmas Story

Среда, 16 декабря 2009, 13:04

I was lounging on my favorite quilt, just thinking my own little corgi thoughts the other night.

My dad was petting me and talking about how awesome I am. Things were going well.

Suddenly, I saw something with my peripherals. Oh no.


No room at the inn. Move along, lady. Somebody bring me some French toast.

(Posie Gets Cozy)

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