Because he loved Dogs and he had two sons named Plato and Socrates
He didn't understand Flossophy!
He was made out of Plato
Plato
The dog knows when to stop scratching.
Put both of them in the trunk of your car...drive around...open the trunk and see who is happy to see you.
Holy Guacamole
You've got a chip on your shoulder. What did the deer say to the bear Your unbearable
With stick e-tape.
When you stick your hand in her underpants it feels like you're feeding a horse.
Ghoooooooooooooouuull!
It's a Moray.
Socrates
By November, they will have both picked their poison.
Me: *Thinking about how dogs understand more English words than I understand dog words* Science stuff.
With a trainslator
What son *Dad cries with joy
Hose B
Flossophy.
