
Well, that's whad
I say. The Wooman, she says, Estorbo, you know eed can always ged worse.
No, I say, Northeen' ees worse than weareen' kaka clothes 24/7. Yessepd maybe goeen' to the ved. Wheech happen' AS~WELL!

Forghe 2009. An' thees all happen een December?! Excesseeb. Geeb a cad a braghe.

I could nebbhair ged a greep arn theen's...

Gracias a dios por people weeth brains, como Meess Ellen who sen' me the dry shreemp muy delicioso. I only hab four lefd, Ellen. The Wooman has been eenstrorcted to buy more. Mos' she go to Chinatown?

An' the CATtorneys, who made beeg seddlemen' weeth Nedfleeghs arn my behalp...

The red coad. Gard.

I
hade the red coad. Eed maghes carnstreection por my tormmee.
Ees made por Medium Darg.
Then I go the ved.

Sabe me, Papa.

I ged peells. An' snaghs to help wash them down.

Sormtimes they pood the bebe clothes arn me, because I cannard make the good yompa een the red coad.

An ad las' I yam allow to corm oud weeth no clothes. Bod I feel shy.
Doan' LOOGH ad me!

I mos remain corbered!

Sheet.
Yos when I theenk eberytheen' ees OK (OK?), they pagh a suitcase.
An' LEAB ME!!!!

Bod then they crom bag, weeth presen's por me.
Por me? All these papehair ees por me?!

Gracias! I weell keell eed now.

And so it goes. Me an' the Yoomans.

Dayeen. Dayoud.

Sormbody sweetch arff the lighds.