Later I met a little gal who had the same look of adoration in her eyes for me. She reminded me a lot of my dog. And then the sun came up....... and she sobered up. And I discovered that the little gal was less interesting and about as intelligent as the bitch at home sleeping under the porch. The bitch at home would flush and retrieve pheasant. Plus the bitch at home did not have two bastard children looking for a meal ticket.
It's just a picture bro... Just a picture.
Travis
