Dog surveillance

They have replaced the dog.

With a fake dog?!?!?!?!?!?

I hope the li'l guy is OK!

Shoes

For a playboy.

Classy.

Pilfering instinct

This morning as I was rifling through the laundry pile looking for my yoga clothes, I heard a loud jingling from the pocket of Greg's pants.

I thought "AW YEAHHHHH," and I immediately snatched the coins and stuffed them in my pocket.

I am not sure why, ezzackly—I JUST WANTED THEM.

Later I gave them to a panhandler on the subway.

SPECIAL TREAT!!

"You really know how to live," said Greg.

(I do love prunes.)