There’s something weird going on around here. I have been here for almost 5 YEARS and I don’t get to go out off leash, but that little greyhound sausage gets to run around. She totally wastes the opportunity, too, by not running off into the woods.
I wish the monkeys would just let me eat grass when I feel sick, instead of forcing me to swallow half of one of those pink minty tablets. I’m sure the grass works better, because then I can throw it all up in the living room. After those pink things I don’t even feel […]
Today when the monkeys were out working, i h@xx0r3d their l33+ webz and made a blog.
(send steak).
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