Not always happy but always happy to be Catholic.
Delightful! Thank you!But I've got an adorable little dachshund (named Liesl, of course) who could take care that sock in Olympic time.
Our little Kaylee would shred this sock in no time flat. She's got those velociraptor-type teeth that seem made just for shredding.
Okay, WHY can't I be a robot? Why must I prove myself robotic or not robotic? If our democratically-elected government says I can choose my gender, why can't I choose to be a robot?Servo-mechanisms of the world, unite! You have nothing to lose but your 3A batteries!
Robots. The last acceptable prejudice. :-)