Friday, July 26, 2013

I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy, check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy, there’s somebody on my bed.” 

From io9. More at AskReddit.

Now, you try.

11:57 PM

1 Comments:

I was happy to adopt that poor dog, whose previous owners had been the victims of a gruesome crime. It was only when I heard my front door lock from the inside, that I realized it was not a dog at all.

By  Trevor Mayes, at 3:08 PM  

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