We don't allow brussel sprouts in our house. We don't like the taste nor the smell when they are cooking. So now I'm feeling a bit sorry for your rabbit.
We don't allow brussel sprouts in our house. We don't like the taste nor the smell when they are cooking. So now I'm feeling a bit sorry for your rabbit. Thank God I'm not thier when he passes gass.
Just so you all know it's not all glamour sitting on the floor, trying for the perfect snap. He keeps running back inside and when it's raining he flicks his wet feet, all over me, as he runs past. The little swine.
On Thanksgiving weekend my girlfriend Ivy and I went to visit my brother's family in Virginia. Here we are enjoying the firepit in the backyard. The lady to the right is my sister-in-law.
A closer look. Ain't she lucky to have such a handsome man in her life?