If you leave your puppies with me, good luck trying to get them back.
I really should have taken this weekend off, locked myself in my room, and hibernated from Friday afternoon to Monday morning. Jace Chambers being in town made it impossible for me to behave and be a good boy as we ran about the streets of Manhattan wreaking havoc and inciting raging boners within the shorts of many a man. What was originally intended to be a very low-key weekend of rest and puppy cuddling turned into a thoroughly exhausting, not to mention drunken, escapade resulting in me wearing yesterday's outfit at work today in what I like to call Walk of Shame chiq.











