Gambit
This frenchie fetches, kisses on command and can jump like a fish. Also, has the child star puppy dog face down cold.
Operator of a terrible temper, especially with inanimate objects. Often talk to my socks. Writes barnyard poetry for starving Liberian artists, but only during a blue moon. Amateur Janeane Garofalo impersonator – Daria is my specialty. (I don’t do the later, angry political crap.) Live by the lyrics of Ani DiFranco, literally (actually, seriously.) Sings for spontaneous audiences, otherwise don’t count on hearing a note. Only when I wanna sing myself a lullaby. “Feel free to listen, feel free to stare…†see I told you so.
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