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Missy her big black lab *** loves my couch and her ten puppies like to try and **** my toes, as I sit on my stool. I guess they see four legs and little ****** shapes wiggling. My two mama cats love up higher, away from all the activity running round yipping , yapping. They like my keyboard, and the top of the bar, the cupboard tops when they get all antsy. And all of them like the refrigerator door opening. I go to get a beer and 13 animals believe it's feeding time. I like it when it gets quiet. And all every one of them is nestled somewhere, safe. Hell we all are orphans, in reality.
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Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC
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Missy her big black lab *** loves my couch and her ten puppies like to try and **** my toes, as I sit on my stool. I guess they see four legs and little ****** shapes wiggling. My two mama cats love up higher, away from all the activity running round yipping , yapping. They like my keyboard, and the top of the bar, the cupboard tops when they get all antsy. And all of them like the refrigerator door opening. I go to get a beer and 13 animals believe it's feeding time. I like it when it gets quiet. And all every one of them is nestled somewhere, safe. Hell we all are orphans, in reality.
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Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC
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