I cannot be held responsible for any diabetic comas that result from viewing these pictures.
Just because you hunt in the barren arctic tundra doesn't mean you can't do it with a little flair. This is pretty much exactly how I climb into bed after I get home from work.
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He thought it was a Pomeranian that just bit him a lot. And here's an actual Pomeranian for contrast. The best part? “It can't bark but instead makes little 'em em' noises.” Em em! I'm a fox, let me out!