A place where the cast-off ephemera of the last four generations comes to rest, and is discussed fondly....Like junk, or the injection-molded minutiae of history? Welcome home...Junkyards, yard sales, roadside oddities, thrift stores and more-your memories are deep inside the box, so keep shaking.
Donnie gets himself a bitch.
Well it was bound to happen I guess. Donnie has fallen for the blonde next door. Meet Frankie, a Golden Doodle owned by my neighbor, Jamie. She's 13 weeks old and he runs from her like she's a pit bull. Must be love. Note Donnie jumping up and away as Frankie "attacks" him. My dog is a wuss.