Folding, spindeling, and mutilating lauguage for fun since Aug, 2004
Tuesday, 14 November 2006

5)  That puppy in the window needs a serious smack-down.  Who does he think he is, coming onto the deck of my house after dark and barking at me and running at me whenever I run at him, as if he thinks he can run me off?  He's not all that.  Man, if I ever catch that little bastard, he's meat.  That'll show him for mocking me by copying my every move.


But in the mean-time, I wonder what my family is laughing at?  Humans.  Go figure.

Tuesday, 14 November 2006 22:20:39 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
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