Garage Guys, may I help you?
My brother called me freaking out because there wasn't anyone at the office to answer his company's phone. His girlfriend slash receptionist is out and about with her out of tow_visiting parents. Jessica to the rescue! So here I sit, blogging and listenting to thier room mate Frenchie watch something on the French chanel. I didn't realize we had a French chanel. Anyway -- I do a good, "Garage guys!" if I do say so myself.Bently's fat stinky ass is laying here beside me. His big fuzzy lips are all droppy and spread out on the floor. His paws have grass stains on them. He smells like fritos. His fritos are masking the smell of my Michael Kors perfume.
For the love of God! Someone please call for a garage door repair!!!
Yesterday my brother's girlfriend was here as usual and she opened up the back door and a little baby bunny hopped in. they still have him and He's SO SMALL. He is the size of a breakfast muffin. And brown like a breakfast muffin too.
I still smell Fritos.
posted by Jessiedc28 @ 4:25 PM
4 Comments:
You're making me hungry for Fritos now. Even though they are stinky!
That is so funny. Did they get the bunny out?
No, they still have Henry at the house. He's in a nice clean cage up in "Rob's Room"
And still no talk about your cousin
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