...And it came to pass that Bnengets was famished from jazzercizing on the dunes of Mentone Beach, when a flea that had been scratched off the hindquarters of the Almighty Butt-Sniffer delivered this sacred singing telegram:Pounder? I don't even know her.
Furbulous... That is not even a word
by the way.
I should hope not.
And it became clear to Bnengets that the acquisition of a sports-drink was in order.
So, uh... yeah. Go America and Dog bless Lou Dobbs!!!