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Surrender Now Hu-mans! The Age Of The Canine Has Begun! When The Revolution Comes, Your Head Will Be On A Pole, And I Will Put It There. I Am The Cash-Breed, Resistance is Futile.
Surrender Now Hu-mans! The Age Of The Canine Has Begun! When The Revolution Comes, Your Head Will Be On A Pole, And I Will Put It There. I Am The Cash-Breed, Resistance is Futile.
6 Comments:
That tongue? You perv.
What do you want? Big ears that stick out? What about a freakish tongue? Do you want a goofy looking dog to pall around w/?
A girl's best friends, dog with huge tongue and a jar of peanut butter!
Now that I've seen that pic a couple of times ... it's no wonder the queen keeps a couple of these dogs on hand all the time.
Now we know how to derail yer revolution, Cash.
Peanut buttr grenades.
Headless Malach,
I could kill you with my tongue.
Angryman,
Refer to my previous comment.
Sara Sue,
We would get along. You may not have your head on a pole as long as you don't put anymore hats on your dog.
Pole,
You wouldn't even be able to create grenades. You need a German for that.
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