Mine are soo nice. They follow me like dogs, they sit on my lap, and keep the cats and dogs in check. This morning Bad asked if we should take them for a walk, I said heck yes but he went back to sleep. I’m thinking it’s about time for a wake-up surprise.
I bet. Ewww. The aftertaste!
It’s mine. I’m crazy.
I know this. There was this one fake sugar that wasn’t too terrible, not stevia but naturally derived, I can’t recall but that one was okay. My dad is diabetic, I understand.
Intestines are always wriggling. That’s why doctors hang them on a thing to do surgery and they just shove them back in when their done. They wriggle themselves back in order.
Oh if it was only that easy. Its jack is jacked so it's real particular about charging.
I hope I’m never in a car wreck or something with you near by. I can here you now, “Wait, don’t put him in the ambulance yet his intestines are wriggling, isn’t it neat! Here, move his intestines out of the way so I can poke his liver, I bet he’ll squirm!”
