
[There's a sucker born every minute.]
The brewer responsible for the whole Hoody debacle is moving out, and my new tenant is Al, pictured above being a sucker. All it takes is the magic touch of my paw, and the next thing you know I’ve got treats in my mouth and I’m sailing away to a land of endless enchantment.
Give me that good stuff, Al! The Land Lord is hungry.

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