Episode Three
“In Our Fair City’s war on feral panties, the worst criminal offenders are pursued by the detectives of the Canine Investigations Squad. These are their stories.”
THUNK-THUNK!
Day Four, 9:00am. Special Agent Huckleberry is on the case.
OK, seriously…I am trying to write but that expression on Huck’s face cracks me up so bad that I can’t think straight. So that means it’s time for a CAPTION CONTEST!!! What would you caption that photo of the world’s silliest Greater Pike Hound on the case of the feral panties? Leave your answer in the comments!
When panties fall in the Classic City, do they make a noise?
Wtf! Before now, panties always meant “BAD DOG”.
“I don’t think I like this game. Can we please go play ball, instead?”
I’m nooooot looking! (Come on, just a peek). No! I’m no looking!! (But they’re PINK!). No no no no no no no! I’m not looking and you can’t make me!!!
Millions like me have Lost Their Pussy. Won’t you help?
“Well, the perp is obviously a Commando… shhh, we should probably be staking-out from over there!”
“Please don’t tell me you expect me to play fetch. Mom? You’ve got to be kidding, right, am I right?”
“is this punishment for eating Oprah? Awww man, that was years ago.”
“And, what, exactly, do you expect me to do with these? You know I prefer thongs.”
Move along, people. Nothing to see here. Move along.
Yeah, I agree. Those definitely belong to Ashley!
Natalie…as if I wear panties. Pffffft!
What? It was the cat, I swear!
Oh, it’s NEVER the cat in our house!
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