Friday, April 17, 2009
Look kid. You can't sleep in here. Okay? And these types of shenanigans are not changing my mind otherwise. First it was just once in a while. You'd crawl in here and drool all over my pillows and get Goldfish crackers in between my sheets. Then all of a sudden I have a new bedspread. And my TiVo is scheduled to record these assholes. And then, I try to have an adult conversation with you and....well...here we are. You're duck-taped to my bedroom wall. But don't think the fact that you also duck-taped a duck to the wall didn't go unnoticed by me. Touche baby. Touche.