The twa sans-sarkit fatmen have been joined on the porch by a fatwoman, who is wearing less than she really should.
They are eating barbequed something and throwing the bones to the dog.
They are also eating creme doughnuts and throwing uneaten halves at the dog, who seems to like these better than the bones.
Sent from my HMS TUDORBANQUET™, a Windows® phone that is having dinner with Henry VIII
The Inn of Infinite Sadness, or alternatively, Smudge and Hobbes' Traumatising Transcendental Transatlantic Trip. Being the adventures of two very large, unwillingly peripatetic, half-Bengal cats and their owner (of rather similar description) as they prepare to leave the North American continent in search of a new life in their (the cats, not the owner) ancestral homeland of Aneda. Sigh, what I won't do for a decent cup of tea.
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