New York: one woman, one terrace, twelve seasons.
Maggie: You taste funny, Ted!
Ted: If you touch me there again, Maggie, I'm going to bite your nose off!
Maggie: Ted, you idiot, we're running off camera. How can we be famous if we're off camera??
Ted: This is exhausting.
Maggie: You smell funny, too.
Ted: This isn't funny!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Aww!Pascoe is so clean that he no longer hums, he squeaks.
I wanna know why this post is labeled "Esoterica"! ;-)
Well, it's not Erotica!!! It's where I put stuff that I don't know where to put. Or something.
HOW FUN!! Max was looking over my shoulder at the photos and asked me if he could play too.
Goodness! You shouldn't have washed them, Marie, THEIR PAWS SHRUNK!!! Look, they have almost none left!