Go.
A.
WAY!
Theese ees pribade, Wooman. I yam in my SPA!
Forghe.
Peas! I need peas. Quied.
No Wooman.
Fors' you taghe me to the bed. Then they maghe shabe arn my leg so I yab bal' spart por esstracteen' MY BLORD. Then they increase my drorgs por the typhoid, so I yam a forgheen' zombiecad. Then...then...
I doan' remembair.
Sormtheen'...
...
I yos wan' to be alone.
Don EsGarbo.
ReplyDeleteYou sound unhappy and that is not good. Something must be done. Maybe you and Beence should buy a ticket for the wooman to take a vacation and you can just enjoy man/cad time.
ReplyDeleteWhy do beds hab to treed cats so bad? Would a human bed shabe the leg ob a human to ged bloooord?
ReplyDeleteBut Storby darling, if you hide how can we ever see you and admire how handsome and charming you are?
ReplyDeleteBut the Big Question is...are the typhoid drugs working?
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