So I'm eating an orange for lunch today, looking out one of my back windows at my un-trampled snow-covered yard, when I see this object in my neighbor across the fence's back yard, which for all the world looks like a bulldog.
Now by my estimates, this must be some kind of rock or part of the base of their patio, and no bigger than a shoebox, but I have to give a pretty long stare to not see the eyes, nose, ears, and jowls of this thing. It looks for all the world like they've left some tiny little animal out in the snow to freeze to death, selling matches or the like.
I wonder if I could bum a few matches off that dog.
What I could really go for is some frozen pizzas and maybe some real pasta. And some decent lunch meant and lettuce. And some more shampoo.
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