Wednesday, October 13

FULL OF IT . . .

Hooch and I were just talking about how stress and stressful people make me poo and keep me more regular than usual. When things and people stress me out, I don't eat as much, but nor do I require my daily dose of Tang-tasting Metamucil, because whatever fiber pre-exists within me gets revving.

Then she called me a Wheatable.

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