volume up friends.
this is what the beasts and i are dance partying around to this morning (thank you chuck).
rumps shaking and breathless we managed to give a goat.
the striking resemblance to the dairy buck sent truman into quite a rattled and distressed state. convinced we were paypal-ing HIM to a Ugandan, AIDS ravaged community, upon where he’d be milked daily and impregnated yearly, truman has stowed himself somewhere in the house hiding from us evil slave traders. two hours now and no truman.
sawyer, priscilla and i will continue to dance in efforts to draw brother out.
happy monday loveys!!!