Cocksure and Ignorant

I got a stuffed owl for Christmas.

My sister’s dog loves stuffed animals to chew and destroy.

He attempted to destroy my owl while I was at home, which initially pissed me the fuck off.

But he failed and now it smells faintly of puppy, Jack, which is oddly calming and reminiscent of home. 

Weird.

the inside part of poptarts gross me out…

the inside part of poptarts gross me out…