Once I was at the beach. But I was afraid to run buck wild. I thought someone would laugh at my fir. I needed my woobie!
Woob was kind enough to put a towel down for me. The hot sand burns my tender fur...
I would give the world to have a woob for 'tines...
When Wes starts to act up or misbehave, I swat him. This is the best method to keep him from acting woobish.
My friend Wes is coming up this week. Maybe we will go to Seattle, or perhaps we will go skiing.
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