Memoirs of Lowercaseg

Boom Goes The Dynamite - Day 57

Maybe your dog has left a hot gift of steamy jealousy in your room? But Bentley nor any droppings were anywhere to be found.

Your dietary based melancholy is my facial expression to the letter.

There was no stork, no birds, and no bees. You weren't brought to us in a little basket. You weren't sent by the Boss Baby.

“Remember Brittany, he’s a baby. We don’t want to burn his skin off like you do in the shower.”