The Birthday Stud
Friday night. Presents. Beers and Burgers. Full tummies. Snow kisses. Successful birthday for my handsome fiance.
(We even bagged every last left over for Shep. So what we tell waiters that we have a dog so they don't judge us for taking every last morsel home? Rock on non-profs/MiLB!)
(We even bagged every last left over for Shep. So what we tell waiters that we have a dog so they don't judge us for taking every last morsel home? Rock on non-profs/MiLB!)
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