September 1, 2009
Mom, what’s that terrifying song you’re singing? You’ve got to stop now, you’re making us cry. Anytime now Mom, you could stop. Please, really, stop now.
August 26, 2009
Hah! Those guys don’t know how to play with this thing at all. All they do is smack it around with those big flyswatters, back and forth and back and forth. I wonder why they chased me around after I took it away from them for their own good? Now me, I know how to [...]