He does smoke that wacky weed,
I try not to inhale, wish instead he did speed,
He does then of himself put on the bag for feed,
Sometimes I wish he was of a different breed…
But he does have fun,
And since I love him like a son,
I allow him his little quirks & idiosyncrasies,
Of his evening relaxation time I don’t want to impede…
I seem to get a bit of a contact high,
Into his bed I do go and hide,
Till ready he is to come in and sleep,
His brains do each night get a little more fried…J
© Rufuz J 10.11.2007
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Ron
Doooo bee a good dooobie!
Love,
Susan
Georg
Wonderful image of Ed drowning himself in Chips Ahoy and Pepsi.
Ah the Blind Munchies, strike without warning. Then no refrigerator is safe...gotta love em.
Walt
Ever the faithful one, through good times and smokey haze LOL Good boy. :) Well done, my (((friend))).
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Kathy
(((HUGS))) and much love, your Auntie Karen in Texas. :D
Four paws up!! wOOOOOf!! :D