|Posted: March 7, 2013, 6:31 pm - IP Logged|
Maybe he is really a chicken, anyway if I want to find him....which I don't.....I just get the sliced roastbeef out of the fridge,
or run the electric can opener.
Mine thinks when I sit in the Lazyboy, it's because I want to pet him - which I don't - but I always do.
This has been goin' on for ten years now and I'm allergic to him.
But I ain't got the heart to tell him.
"The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing"