In which modern technology is utiilized to form Rorschach-esque ink blots. Updates Wednesdays.
I see a spotted pug’s face emerging from the snow. The last time I saw a real pug, it was jammed in some lady’s cleavage outside of Kroger. She opened up her coat and told me it could be mine for $400. If I was trying to sell a puppy for that much money, I would hang out in an area with a higher density of rich people. Also, I would have both “dogs that have been in my boobs” and “dogs that have not been in my boobs” available for sale.
That Kroger is also know as “Hot Girl Kroger” because of its seemingly endless aisles of attractive shoppers, none of whom have ever offered me anything that was underneath their coats.