"How dare you put protective blanket on bed so I cannot shake my wet fur all over your pillows!"
Sansa rolled in a dead thing and was banished to the patio while her bath was drawn.
We're in a CAR we're in a CAR!
We haven't seen Carmella in a while! Let's fix that.
My son tasted his first Kraft Dinner (or the pathetic American equivalent) and became the Canadian he always was inside.
"I believe I left my shoe here, thank you."
Sansa rolled in something unspeakable and was given a bath, thus ruining ALL her good work at becoming thoroughly vile and smelly.
Could her ears have more floof? No.
When you're pretending to take a pic of your baby but really you want to check out a cute service dog.
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