when your 'ands' have 'ifs'

celebrate your buts

Buts, buts, buts wonderful buts!

I’ve no place for ‘ands’ or ‘iffs’.

I’m in love with buts.

If I’m going to hesitate for a moment, it will be for a but.

And their is no pause that refreshes quite like a nice juicy but.

Oh sure, I could move forward with that but…

The but refreshes the feelings of doubt and uncertainty!

Oh I can hear you pleading right meow…

I do so love my buts.

This is less a question of devotion than one of function.

Our buts keep us steady but are they fun?

My cats love their buts.

I smack their buts and they stick them up higher. They utter low moans:

Oh yeah daddy, wap it more, oh yes daddy, i looooovvee that. Smack my furry butt

The dogs get so excited when their rumps get a whomping they drive their faces into whatever is below them, rubbing and rolling their jowls as they grunt and yip with bliss.

The red one throws his arse so far and hard with such willing excitement that he regularly flips and rolls from the momentum of his butt offerings.

Even the barbie show pony out a…