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The bed was made still made twenty minutes before this…
For Christmas the thoughtful and well-meaning mrs tbogg bought me a flashlight that shines both forward and straight down for when I take the boys out after dark, since the sidewalk out front has an assortment of hills and valleys and jump-off spots that are terrific if you’re a skateboarder, but not so much for walking in the dark. The idea being that this will keep me from tripping, falling down, breaking my hip, getting pneumonia, and dying. Unfortunately Beckham has not found it to his liking and freaks out when I use it and he’ll probably pull me over, whereupon I will probably break my hip, get pneumonia, and die.
I guess that is a preferable way to go as opposed to being found dangling from a ceiling beam wearing two wetsuits with a dildo up you butt (at least there will be less giggling at the funeral), but I was kind of leaning towards being found dead in bed with three Hooter’s waitresses.
I am a simple man with simple desires.
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Those sure are some cute puppies!
“I was kind of leaning towards being found dead in bed with three Hooter’s waitresses.”
With the lovely and well-aiming Mrs. TBogg standing over you blowing the smoke off of the barrel of her gun?
You’re also a man with a wife who’ll eat your nuts with some fava beans and a nice Chianti before that ever happens.
In the words of the immortal Steven Tyler:
Each Thursday Night my fiance’ and I, Loki, the St Bernard puppy and the now 8 kitties, crowd around the laptop for Basset Blogging.
We Love You Satchmo and Becka !!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you Daddy Tbogg!!!!
Peace, Sun and Blessings,
Traci
http://appalachianwoman.blogspot.com
But will your “little internet friend” Alec be the one to have tied you up?
What, do you have one of those bucking beds, like Linda Blair’s in The Exorcist? With Beckham’s evil glare on display here for all to see, I wouldn’t doubt it for a second.
The power of bassets compels you!
Actually, I just realized that the music which popped into my head while looking at that picture of Beckham is “Mars, the Bringer of War” from Holst’s “The Planets”, which came up on the iPod this morning, but didn’t stay in my head all day…it just came back to me in that glare. Quite appropriate mood music for that shot.
It can be damnded frustrating when the girls resist forming into a proper crescent.
but I was kind of leaning towards being found dead in bed with three Hooter’s waitresses.
Sorry TBogg, but I have a feeling that it’s Satchmo who’s the real “chick magnet” in your household.
I don’t think Satchmo and Beckham would let you and three Hooters waitresses in their bed.
Ok the bed was made, but who tucked him in like that?? Beckham?
Forget the Hooters waitresses! Satchmo is sooooo cute!