Feeling sad? Down in the dumps? Angry at the world? Not anymore. Adorable.
Lets ignore the part where you’re in a store. Just set that aside. Why the hell do you have a pet possum? I can’t even dream of a more backwoods Deliverance type of scenario where you’re sitting in a rocker on your front porch petting your pet possum.
Why are you doing this to me? I love dogs. Don’t make me talk sh*t on them. This is your fault that I’m angry at them lady. Sure they’re hella cute, but they’re not suppose to be hella cute inside the store. Now kindly piss off.
Got the Wally-Llama over here!