Ryumaou

Making the impossible merely improbable since 1968

Diary of a Network Geek

Flirty Girl

I was at the store with my bitch last night.
Everyone was flirting with her, of course. And spoiling her. Well, I spoil her, too. Last night was no exception. I'm talking about my Hildagard, naturally. I'd never refer to anyone else as a bitch, or quite as fondly.