And you know what she did? She practically yelled at me to get my head out of her left nostril! Like it's my fault that she's obviously been snorting the good stuff! I tried to stick my head in her mouth, too, because that smelled just about as good. She made me get off the bed then, mumbling something like "I don't need a furball, you furball."
You gotta figure, somewhere around here there's a bunch of fresh live dead fishy things, and I'm not getting any. They're holding out on me, and that's just not very nice.
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