Someone who will go unnamed decided to roll around in a pile of random poop yesterday, and for the last 18 hours every time this certain someone walked into the room both Jon and I would go, whoa, is that you? Did something die? WHY DOES THE ROOM SUDDENLY SMELL LIKE A SEWER? I would expect this scenario from Coco, but from Jesus Dog? Really? Today, Coco wins.
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