Sometime Taste is All in the Mouth

it's been pretty damn hot around here, so when my person needed to hop into a store for a second, she smuggled me in with her. i love the lbc, because people ignore the occasional fuzzy-muzzle-under-a-hat routine. in whittier... not so much. as we were completing our purchase, a walrus-man (trust me on this one) came up and said "undesirable" animals were not allowed. i couldn't let that shit go. i looked him straight in the face and said, "you stock that and call my person 'undesirable'?"













somewhere, buried in that mess, is a shirt.
i think.