Tonight I got to yodel. It was lovely fun. I also had some Dos Perros (Mr. Man, you may live to see another day) and it touched my soul. The taste on my sweet little lips, it is so good. It goes so well along with the feel of Katy's round rump caressed between my squatty little legs. If only I could do what nature intended (damn you, spay/neuter gods!) my life would be complete.
It is good. I love it. Angels sing when the foamy bubbles they touch my sweet little lips. It is all I can do to contain myself when Mr. Man drinks the perfection that is Dos Perros. I want to eat his face. Won't someone please help me?
I have royally screwed-up as I listened to Joey this evening on our extra-special walk and allowed him to coerce me into helping him set-up a blog. While Shiva has quite the fun time with her blog, I'm afraid Joey will be a bit more of a troublemaker with his. Time will tell and we shall see.