There is no money in the cookie jar and last time I went to Shoppers that big dumb animal control guy with one big eyebrow chased me all around San Souci.
1. We are out of pudding cups.
2. You changed my admin password, I need to know the new one so I can ban a couple people.
3. The downstairs commode is plugged up again.
Alright, it is rare I come out of the cage an interfere in the human freak show the boss runs but after being forced by Blondie to read this crap I feel I must step in.
You two need to exercise that extra chromosome that supposedly makes you smarter than us other animals (yea...
Oh no you didn't call me fat.
What do you care? Like it's a big job sitting on the deck drinking beer, smoking and yelling "You missed some leaves over by the shed" :blahblah:.
I want another Dr. Pepper.