Saturday, August 30, 2008
Foodchik are odd
Not for any new reasons, you know the usual. Her come in the house singing what new Pussycat? to us. Her snarfles my belly and growls. Her tell us all that we her favorite cat. And her let me help her wif the bubbles on bubble wrap. And now, her got this cow fing that flies across the room and moos. Like her. Well, her moo, her no fly across the room.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Hey wade a minit!
Our foodchik tell all of us we r the favrit too! (but i rilly am)
And not just dat, but she buyed us a moo-cow throw thingie toy, too! (I chewed its branes out tho, they were cotton batting branes)
Me think this iz all just too weerd.
yor frend,
Bosco!
PS--she still on a die-it, how me get her off die-it so me can get PIZZA! again? (yesh, dats a kwestion)
Post a Comment