I told him I'd go cook him breakfast, but ended up passing out on the kitchen floor in the fetal position spooning the dog
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And Homer got a bone of his own!
It's the thought that counts
That's kinda sweet in a "I'd rather sleep with my dog" kinda way...
At least she knows where she's supposed to be.
get back to the kitchen!!
Haha bitch wake up and cook!