I like being home alone because I can walk around in my underwear and the only judgement I'll get is from my dogs, who can't fucking talk.
Though I'm sure they talk to each other in dog-speak and are like "What is the strange biped doing? This is exactly why I'm glad our coats are fluffy and luxurious enough so we don't have to bother with varying levels of clothed-ness."
This has been a quality post brought to you by the letters D and W and the number 11. Peace.







