Saturday SlobberLove

Sometimes on Saturday we reach a Level of Gnaw that no other human, seal, Venus Flytrap or dog has ever reached and in that moment a strong chorus rises up from within our adorable little tummy and that chorus says:

CHEW ON, BROTHER, CHEW ON.

Yours In Absolute Drool,
Cap’n Clampy Teeth

2 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. The Zadge says:

    R.I.P. Red Frisbee

  2. Cupcake Murphy says:

    Miraculously, Red Frisbee is still alive.

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