Cheekiness

I love my little pug girl. She looks like a loaf of marbled rye. She's so sweet and demure yet to be honest, she's a humper. I have morphed their names into Gingerella and Franco(pronounce it with GUSTO like a red wine swilling, cigarillo smoking Sophia Loren). Sounds good, no? At this point The Chidler is Carlito. Franco likes to keep the Carlito's salami spic and span. So I wonder, who's the bitch? Since I've taken these pictures, especially the last one, I just can't get Alphabet St. out of my head. It's been a few days now without relief. You know how the old children's rhyme goes:

Talk 2 me lover
Come on tell me what U taste
Didn't your mama tell U
Life is 2 good 2 waste?
Didn't she tell U
That Lovesexy was the glam of them all?
If U can hang, U can trip on it
U surely won't fall
No side effects and
The feeling last 4-ever
Straight up - it tastes good
It makes U feel clever
U kiss your enemies
Like U know U should
Then U jerk your body
Like a horny pony would
U jerk your body like a horny pony would
Now run and tell your mama about that!