Bad, bad roses.
Guns at roses!
Guns AND roses? That will never catch on! :hrhr:
Bad, bad roses.
Guns at roses!
Uh... I... erm...
Well, what's wrong? Something in your mouth? Did you perhaps drink an unusually hot cup of coffee that burned your tongue? :harhar:
C-Can't .... can't a man appreciate a beautiful flower once in a while ?
Although - forget what I just said. Roses are assholes.
And if a woman expects me to pluck those killing machines for her, she better.... -oh look, I found coffee !
*sips from the cup*
...yeah well, I was doing garden work and shizzles.
Forgive me that last part, I'm still working on my ghetto speak.
I'm still working on my ghetto speak.
C-Can't .... can't a man appreciate a beautiful flower once in a while ?
Although - forget what I just said. Roses are assholes.
And if a woman expects me to pluck those killing machines for her, she better.... -oh look, I found coffee !
*sips from the cup*
...yeah well, I was doing garden work and shizzles.
Forgive me that last part, I'm still working on my ghetto speak.
Long time ago, I had a dog who was a digger. Anything I planted, he would dig up. So I planted roses. Figured that would slow him down. No, he dug those up, too. So I got the thorniest damn rose in the Sunset Guide. Same day I planted it, I looked out and saw dirt flying. When I went outside, there was Shadrach prancing around with this vicious rosebush in his mouth, pleased with himself as he could be.
Dogs make up for not having much in the way of hands, with an amazingly dexterous mouth. But to this day I can't figure how he didn't cut himself up on that bush.
Long time ago, I had a dog who was a digger. Anything I planted, he would dig up. So I planted roses. Figured that would slow him down. No, he dug those up, too. So I got the thorniest damn rose in the Sunset Guide. Same day I planted it, I looked out and saw dirt flying. When I went outside, there was Shadrach prancing around with this vicious rosebush in his mouth, pleased with himself as he could be.
Dogs make up for not having much in the way of hands, with an amazingly dexterous mouth. But to this day I can't figure how he didn't cut himself up on that bush.
Are you suggesting that I should get a dog and train it to pluck roses ?
Because that sounds like an awesome plan ~
Not to mention what a great chick magnet it´d be!!
Doesn't need to pluck roses at all. Just make sure it's a puppy of a decently sized dog (like a German Shepherd - not one of those rat-sized abominations) and you'll get all the attention you could ever wish for.
Doesn't need to pluck roses at all. Just make sure it's a puppy of a decently sized dog (like a German Shepherd - not one of those rat-sized abominations) and you'll get all the attention you could ever wish for.
Or the mightiest animal of all, the dachshund, very very practicied diggers, the best friend of many species