Here's the thing:
Two days ago, I saw a little video on the Internet laughing at blood:
In the video, three dogs are idle.
The dog on the ground, little Q, is even more bored with his paws on the air, and seems to miss something:
"Take the workers' lives. What's the point of this life?"
The other yellow dog lays empty on his pillow, while the “white” around him wanders idle.
They ... met the low valley of the dog.
The master said the three dogs were too scrambling, especially for the sofa.
One day, she came home from work and saw the newly purchased couch being broken up again, and threw it away in anger, and didn't buy it.
That's it. The Ripper is unemployed.
One seems to have lost its purpose, and looks weak, pathetic and helpless.
The master's face is very laughter:
"There won't be any furniture like sofa in the house ever again!"
As for the party or something, forget it. There's no place to sit.
She thought these dogs would stop.
"You made me do it. I can't break it. I'm going to break it."
They started a mad fight and made all the clothes in the closet.
The master wants no tears: "Does anyone want a dog? Full flaw, free delivery!"
Ha ha ha ha, she's feeling desperate across the screen.
Little Q: "You think you're done throwing away the couch? The Democrats will never lose!"
Perhaps the master can squirt the dogs and drain their energy.