There’s one thing I hate about my dog — he’s chicken. Whenever there’s a thunderstorm, he scoots under my bed to hide. And there’s not enough room under there for both of us.
There’s one thing I hate about my dog — he’s chicken. Whenever there’s a thunderstorm, he scoots under my bed to hide. And there’s not enough room under there for both of us.
Q: What kind of shorts do clouds wear?
A: Thunderwear.