If only friends, if only.
There was no mention of big plans tonight, not even a whisper of what to wear....nothing. Now upon reflection I believe we were purposely deceived as to the agenda of the evening. We know everything else they do....from the bathroom (don't ask) to the kitchen (not much better) to work (it buys our food so we tolerate it) to shopping (that's what I'm talkin' bout). Yet tonight was suspiciously empty. Once we were deserted we had a conference to figure out where they went and that's when Bear saw IT. I can't even type it so I'll just show you the picture...
Can you see that?!?! I made it bigger for you...That's right. Dr. Bill had a Christmas party for bipeds only. It's just wrong. When have they ever gone in there and had something poked up their butt? I think I've been pricked by more needles in that office than there are days in the year. We wouldn't go to Mom's girly-doctor's party so why does she get to go to ours?!? Well, I don't have a girly-doctor but you know what I mean.
You know, I kind of felt bad because before they left I choked on my dinner and Mom had to stick her entire hand down my throat. (You shoulda saw what came out, groooosss. She had to scrub her hands forever to get the slime off.) Now I don't feel bad at all. Hopefully she thought about that when she was eating the meat I smelled on her when she got home. Plus I know they had some of that adult grape juice Holly was talking about and they even had the nerve to flaunt the bottle he gave them right in front of us.
We're planning a revolt as we speak. -Thrawn