Friday, November 2, 2012

There is something wrong with Momma today.C'mon, George, I gots a big treat for you, she says. You is gonna love it. I'm getting your peddy cured... which, there is nothing even wrong with me. She drived me to a bad man's house and he pulled at my toes with plyers and sawed at 'em with POWER TOOLS. Doesn't that feel better now, George, he says when he's done with me. Well, I been slippin' on the floor now, and I gots to stand on my very tippiest toes to tap dance, and then I looks like a ballerina. Momma got me a new ball for being a good boy, but I'm rather have a phone so's I can call the police.

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