Yahaba takes home a gruff looking, beat up dog. He patches his ear, and wraps his leg, and goes to sleep.
The next morning he wakes up to a hot guy rummaging through his kitchen.
“I took a pair of your shorts.” He says, standing up and away from the fridge. “Hope that’s a’ight with you.”
Bookmarked by Seraphtonin
03 Mar 2017
Pure and good