Just in case you forgot how awesome we all looked at house parties in the 90s - this is pretty much it. Us Cranbrook folks just had bigger hair and were sporting MC Hammer pants from Au Cotton.
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Poor Rusty. Bet he regrets not flossing. |
The poor little bugger. He had
David Caruso along with three of David's friends pulled today and is now at home recuperating. I did ask if I could take David and his friends home in a jar but the vet was not amused so unfortunately, I will not be including any bromance photos of Rusty and David. I do keep singing "because I got high" over and over again - which I think is wearing thin with the audience. I may have to switch it up.
In other news, apparently his mouth is so rotten he needs like another 13 teeth pulled on top of the four he lost today, and the eight he had pulled three years ago. So, at the end of all of this the poor bastard will be down to 17 teeth. How the hell is a dog supposed to eat with 17 random teeth dotted around their mouths? I am thinking I could be sitting on a gold mine - dog dentures. Stand by for prototype.
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