If I would have blogged as much as I sh*t today, there would be two more entries for today. Do the math.
So the BF and I just came back from walking the dog and he opened up some mail that we retrieved on our way back in the house. “He”, meaning the BF not the dog. The dog doesn’t have thumbs. Anyway, there was a piece of junk mail that looked like it was personalized because it looked to be hand written, but it faked him out, and once he opened it he said exactly this: “Those dirty butt-f*ckers!” That’s what he said. All over a piece of junk mail that tricked him into thinking it was real mail.
I hope his mother sees this and she realizes what a dirty filthy potty-mouth she raised.