It was on my third viewing of this post that I worked out that the doggo heado was facing righto. Until then I wasn’t even sure what doggo componento was being presented through the hole-io.
I crouched for as long as I could, snapping photos of the very short time the doggo pocked his heado through the holio. Not once did he look in my general direction when I tried to get his attention. I’m not very important to him at all-io.
Damn. I wish I were rich enough to stuff my fence with rugs. As it is I haven’t got any spare, what with me being as poor as a church mouse and everything.
Never mind, mate. Maybe when you’re properly settled in your new digs you can cut a hole in your fence, steal someone else’s rug and shove that mother through. Like a boss.
Mysterious Openings
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It was on my third viewing of this post that I worked out that the doggo heado was facing righto. Until then I wasn’t even sure what doggo componento was being presented through the hole-io.
I crouched for as long as I could, snapping photos of the very short time the doggo pocked his heado through the holio. Not once did he look in my general direction when I tried to get his attention. I’m not very important to him at all-io.
I still can’t see the dog. I thought it was just some fluffy blanket stuffed in a fence.
Is this like the Batman / Giant Claw silhouette I drew last year? You really can’t see the dog?
It’s just fluffy. Where’s the eyes?
The dog is looking to the right. Its eyes are occluded by a preponderence of fuzz. But its nose is just about visible.
Nah. That’s a rolled up sheepskin rug stuffed in a fence.
Your powers of imagination are remarkably skewered given how many small buckets of chiles you have, young sir.
Who in their right mind would cut a hole in their fence so their rug could look out?
Rich people, that’s who. Look at them gloating about their rug holes.
Damn. I wish I were rich enough to stuff my fence with rugs. As it is I haven’t got any spare, what with me being as poor as a church mouse and everything.
Never mind, mate. Maybe when you’re properly settled in your new digs you can cut a hole in your fence, steal someone else’s rug and shove that mother through. Like a boss.
Yes. Shoving a rug mother.
What?
I want to be able to tell you what I know what we’ve been talking about for the last six weeks when really I’m just as lost as you are.
We’ll have to turn ‘shove that rug mother’ into a valid expression and move on rather quickly. Any thoughts?
I only really want to add that I agree, and that it’s time to shove that rug mother out of here.