Bones loves snow. Say the word snow and he’s all what, whoa, snow?! He’ll run outside and eat it out of the air, and then he’ll run around the deck and shovel it up with his mouth, and then he’ll come inside and one minute later think what, whoa, snow?! And man, he eats so much that soon he has to pee it all out. So off he goes, into the yard again, and as soon as he’s done peeing, he eats more snow, and the cycle goes on this way until he finally tires himself out and collapses on the couch.
Colonial-American Word of the Day
Gutfoundered: (n) exceedingly hungry