So the other day the hot redhead downstairs was outside with her gay roommate (I'm going to keep telling myself that) trying to coax a stray to her with french fries. (Why, I'll never know. I'd lick her face without being offered a food reward.) Apparently, she managed to catch the dog, but has been keeping it in her car for the most part.
Well, days go by and they finally take it inside. Now the gay roommate is outside drowning the car in Febreze, all the while smoking and blowing the smoke into the car. It's cracking me up. Seriously?
did you go creep level yet and secure an image of this babe?
No, but Ashley, who cooperates in my creepiness (best.wife.evar), did go talk to the guy to get the scoop on the dog. It turns out it isn't the stray they were trying to get hooked on McDonalds. They couldn't catch it, so they decided to go get a puppy.