Another shot of Manhattan, taken by Abbadon. So, what was it…? Night Frisbee? Chasing Fireflies? Bad Tacos?

I did try to debrief her, but struck out each time. Maybe it was the lack of liver treats; maybe the hurt feelings left over from the bath when she came back. The mud; my gosh, the mud.

Frankly, I’m just happy she didn’t come home with body jewelry or piercings. I’ve seen how you guys party. And she’s such a competitive bitch you know if she’d gotten one nipple pierced she’d had to have had them all done… Heh…