so what was it this time?
word of advice:
that chocolate goatee, although quite dashing, will get you every time, chief.
can i blame him? no. he's got his momma's unwavering self control. but at least he keeps his messes on his face. these days it's a christmas miracle if i'm able to make it through the day without a grease stain on my sizable underbelly. classy.