Butters The Bean

Eat. Play. Roar.

   I once had a neighbor named Mrs. Peabody. She was an old hairless cat whose husband had gone to bridge years ago and her children lived in different states across the country. Mrs. Peabody was hard of hearing, so I often heard her TV. She watched a lot of Jerry Springer and cooking shows.   …

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