October 30th 2009 8:52 pm
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So here is a pawfect example of how confusticatin' humans can be. Second child, a man-child mom calls him, was sittin' at the fambly 'puter wif something that smelled soooo good. He put it down for a fraction of a second and I recognized this as an invitation. Mom said you must always RSVP to an invitation, so I RSVP'd fast and ran upstairs wif the smelly-good thing.
Second child suddenly starts to yell and shout. First child is upstairs and she sees me a'comin' with somethin' in my mouf. I think everything is okay cuz she is smiling and laughing, but she grabs me and takes away what I got!
Second child runs up by us and reclaims what he calls a summer sausage. Phooey! Even I know it's not summer any more at all. It is cold and all the leafs are falling off the trees so that I can see the squirrels tryin' to hide up there! Summer sausage my rear end! He's jus tryin' to keep all the good stuff for hisself.
Duz dat man-kid-guy nod kno' dat habbin' sumfing in yur mouf r 9/10ths ob da law??? Whut du dey teech kids dese days?? Nuffin, I say!!!
How did Ernie miss entire giant stick of smelly meats debockull, and ensuering madcap heelarrytease?
ARRGGGGHHHH! Seckermetary!!!! Good help is so hard to find!
Mom wuff the summer snausages, but says it be giving her bad breafs and make her burp. REALLY? HOOOMANS. Who worries about such things when you're talking about greasy, yummy, stinky delishussness?
And burps, that's like getting to enjoy the origgynull meal all ovfur again! Twice as nice! Again, Ernie say, HOOOMANS!
You was robbed, Buddy. I feels for ya.