The cold air mass has arrived at my home. The coffee and hot chocolate quota is high.
Paul McCartney performs in Cleveland, 2016 (Photo by me)
Blueberry pays no bills. Lives rent free. Has no job. Gets food delivered directly to her mouth everyday. Sleeps in. Snores without caring how loud she is. Destroys nearly every gift ever given to her. Drools on literally everything just because she can. And she. Literally. Just. Sighed.
I've decided to release my own Christmas single called "Duvet Know It's Christmas?"
It's a cover version.