Barf
“I think my dog ate Alex’s Play-Doh.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because when I came home from work yesterday, there was hot pink barf on my bed.”
“That’s a good clue.”
“I think my dog ate Alex’s Play-Doh.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because when I came home from work yesterday, there was hot pink barf on my bed.”
“That’s a good clue.”
January 26th, 2008 at 3:02 pm
Eww. That’s a weird sight to walk into.
January 26th, 2008 at 9:57 pm
Hmmmmmm, Play-Doh with a crippled, resurrected
mutilated cockroach chaser, yeah, that would make “Bubby” hurl……
January 28th, 2008 at 6:39 am
When my youngest was small, I use to wonder why his playdoh supply was shrinking for several days it just seemed to vanish into thin air. Then one day it started showing up again. Recycled in his diaper. YUCK. Playdoh has been banned in my house since.