
Oh, hi there. Did you bring me some food? Scraps? Rinds? Oooooh, I know, those little pieces of bacon that you burned for the 100th time? By the way, what is bacon? That stuff is wonderful, I tell you. Wait. What did you just say?

No? I'm going where????? What's that?


All the treats and buckets of food were just to fatten me up?
I feel so used and dirty.
Don't even look at me.
2 comments:
HILARIOUS! And this is why I LOVE your blog! I may have to cook up some bacon this mornin'! YUMMY!
Aww, Tina. That is so nice of you to appreciate my demented mind. : )
Humor is the only way I can deal with the whole process.
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