Me an' Momma hadded a tit-for-tat fight today acause I is sick to deaf 'bout my feets gots salt stains on 'em all a time an' Momma won't not buy me no boots acause I eated my nother ones. Which, them boots beed too small anyhows. So I tole Momma, fine, well I ain't takin' you for no more walks, then. An' she sayed, good. How's 'bout you jus' git to bed, smarty-pants. An' I sayed, good. Prawly I's gonna poop on yous pillow. Then Momma's face sploded an' she hollered, GITABEDNOW! So I up an' gotted gone alright. I figures what Momma really bees so mad acause she's tits ain't near as good as my tats. I winned.
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