What you are about to see will not make sense
Yes, it’s dog food in shoes. Not even nice shoes. Crappy shoes. Don’t believe me? Here is a closer look.
“What are you donating today?”
“Oh, just things that get yelled out when improv groups ask for topics.”
Jewish, pre-op tranny figurines are all the rage this season.
Seriously, ammo does not qualify as a charitable donation.
As promised to Patrick here is the Steak n Shake cup that was donated. Please, do not take this as a comment on the Steak n Shake brand or the food they serve. I have enjoyed their steak burgers (or whatever) many times, but the cup that comes free with a purchase of consumable liquid has no resale value.
More like Valerie Perv! Am I right? AM I RIGHT?
Seriously, that man wants to tongue kiss that girl.
Creepy cover photo aside, it’s time we discussed the disturbing number of sub-genres that make up the Romance Novel. This is the Single-Mom-Finds-Swinging-Bachelor-Who-Falls-For-Her-And-Her-Child sub-genre. Not to be confused with the Woman-And-Man-Have-One-Night-Stand-And-Get-Pregnant-Then-Fall-In-Love sub-genre. I’m not making any of this up.
Special note to Patrick. I know I said that the Steak n Shake cup would be the next post, but I’m too lazy to find my USB cable and hook up my camera. So, we’ve got this. But I swear it’s coming. Just like Raquel after Tanner impales her with his turgid member.