If only we were all weiner dogs

Dog had a phone number and name on her second normal collar. We called multiple times and no one answered

Meanwhile there is another dog going fucking crazy in the yard of the divorced mom across the street who until today has not had a dog in her yard

Ben knocks on her door, nothing

Every shelter, rescue, aspca and the humane society are closed. Animal control is closed. So I had to call the cops because we don't know this dog and we have a toddler and it's fucking hot out

Cop eventually comes and takes her into custody. They sit in his car for awhile while he tries again to call the owner and does paperwork or whatever (apologies to our non involved neighbors who stepped out looking VERY concerned)

The moment, literally the fucking moment the cop car drives away a man we've never seen before comes out of divorced moms front door and they so obviously just threw on whatever clothes they could find and her kids were nowhere girl THEY WERE FUCKIIIIIIIIINGGGGGG I hope that shit was good for y'all to miss like five calls and knocks on your door

There's only one big stinker on the album (Math Suks, and boy it's bad) but then I Will Play for Gumbo comes on and you forgive him. Because yeah he's right Gumbo really is that good.

The title track is not something I would've guessed was a JB song if I'd heard it by itself. It's melancholy and whimsical and by the end of I'm ugly crying.

There's only one big stinker on the album (Math Suks, and boy it's bad) but then I Will Play for Gumbo comes on and you forgive him. Because yeah he's right Gumbo really is that good.

The title track is not something I would've guessed was a JB song if I'd heard it by itself. It's melancholy and whimsical and by the end of I'm ugly crying.