I feel like crap. I ate entirely too many empanadas last night. I would eat that many again in a heart beat, don’t get me wrong. But i’m still a damaged man because of it. Title from the sharp mind, yet equally empanada damaged bowels of Tigs. It’s an R rated romantic comedy with a magical dog.
Puppy Love
Dave sits on his stoop. A shirt floats down in front of him. It is followed by more clothes as the camera pans up to a window. A woman is screaming and tossing clothes out the window.