Me Hates to Admit It

but my teefs feel mutch better now, you donut always no how bad stuff feels until you get it fixed.  I'm still not remused by being snatched from my houst, and sent to camp for a week.  We had rinteresting activities, like racing around the room and watching big Stripey's wubba shake.   Oh and watch him try and lick him butt, him try to lift his wubba to reach him business.  Too funny.  Puppy the evil never says nothing but effing meow, because her and foodchik be hanging around too much so there's nothing but profanity, damn it.