NEW JERSEY—Bodyguards protect Percival Q. Gringflabble, alleged Mafia accountant, as he arrives at the Federal courthouse to testify against his employers.
Check out these two morsels napping away in all that upholstered paisley sunbeam action.
Yeah we’re gonna naphance on that mofo:
Ellen L., did you arrange them like this? Are you trying to compete with Wegman or something?
"So, you were going to pan-fry me in butter, were you? Well, let’s see how you taste with some mashed ‘nanas, washed down with a sippy cup full of Juicy Juice, fuzzball!"
I see he’s already started on the tail, Alison G.
LBP: HAI GUISE! im LilBoPeep and im lukin 4 my sheep. U d00dz seen sheep?
Dog1: ZOMG no wai I havnt seen ur stoopid sheep
Baaaaaaaa GTFO n00b!
LBP: whatevs, l8r lusers
Took me a second to spot it, Paige K.
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Check out this redonk action. Sir Pugsalot with his pal Mount Mastiff. [Shaking head]
You know that Sir Pugsalot is the brains of the outfit, he’s all planning to get a ride on Mount Mastiff to the dog cookie jar and the dinner table for dessert snorfing.
But I bet Mount Mastiff calls the major shots, like where the pair is gonna nap for the day, how much effort to exert in general etc.
Kristin D., Ruhmember that time we scaled Mount Mastiff!?