Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Yup. And treat it very, very tenderly.
Yup! even with other toys available.
I really have a sick sense of humour. I just thought of a car right behind him tooting the horn.
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