(Wow, last night was such a blur. I remember we started the pub crawl at the Tip Top as usual, then I think we had beers at Clancy’s, then we met a bunch of women at this loud disco and they tagged along with us to Tequila Braincell’s for shots, and then somebody yelled “We’re driving to Vegas!” and then I was in this chapel with an Elvis impersonator, and… Oh, no.)
I give it six weeks, Sharon H.
Tequila Braincell? Oh mah lor. Adorable scrolldown.
Bob’s new wife looks very content.
She does. And this is one of Mike’s best.
So much for what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. They appear to be a good match. However, alcohol isn’t usually the best way to find a good mate.
What are they? They’re cute, and I want a pair just to watch them snuggle! I feel a tad disloyal saying it, but they might be even cuter than my cats making a feline triskelion.
Prairie Dogs!
Oh my goodness. This is epic! Reminds me of the Alan Jackson song “I don’t even know your name”.
Favorite line “And I said where the hell am I and just who the hell are you?” 😉 😊 😁 😂
Hey it’s “Put a ring on it!” Not sleep in a ring with it!
Fantastic! We have a prairie dog colony right next to work, and I enjoy seeing the little fellers run around. No wheels or tequila, however.
Lucky! We need video of their activities.