blank'/> The Libe ob Don Estorbo de la Bodega Dominicana: My Libe

Thursday, July 12, 2007

My Libe

Here I yam, keeng ob my terazza. Sorbeyeen' my terreetoree, hopeen' the Wooman weell leab me alone.

Ees my frien' Hugo. He ees a lion, bod I tell heem he loogh a beed forghed orp. He look more como a cow weeth bad hair.

Thees ees me thees morneen' weeth my medeeceen, grass. I yab a small badplace arn my cheen an' the Wooman has been robbeen' steenky storf arn my faze to maghe eed bairder. Thees morneen I scream when she try to cleep my claws so I doan' make-a scratcha arn my faze, and she say, Shshshshsh, Estorbo, the neighbours weell hear you. Yiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, I scream, they SHOUL' dheear me, because you are abuseen' me!!!

Yoomans. No respeghd.

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