Ode to Molly.
We’ll begin at the beginning.
This is the frog that Molly ate.
This is the cord to the lamp that Molly chewed through after she finished up with the frog.
This is the ONLY Harry Potter book I have in hardback, which Molly acosted on several occasions before ripping it to shreds.
This is the plant that Molly began to eat after we finally put the Harry Potter book to high for her to reach. Like I need any help killing the household plants!
This is the window that Molly jumped out of when she realized there was no chance of reaching the Harry Potter book, the lamp thing had been done, the frog was dead and plants didn’t fight back. How boring.
This is the screen that Molly broke through in order to run wild throughout the neighborhood (twice!) after she became bored by all the household chewing.
The terror alert level has been raised to high. Everyone please take shelter. And may the force be with you. Yes, I saw Star Wars this weekend. And yes, I rented all of the others afterwards to see if they all really connected. And Hayden Christenson is one hot hunk of man meat. And I’m allowed to say that because Trent wants to boink Natalie Portman. And Molly has a strange resemblence to Yoda. Except when she’s licking herself. I don’t think Yoda had that kind of flexability. Or desire to lick himself for that matter.
As the subject of my mother’s rant about me, I am deeply hurt. Do I post your bad habits on the World Wide Web???
I am simply trying to do my part of the household chores. There was some remodeling needed on the porch, God intended porches to be OPEN. I am working on that right now, plus I must introduce myself properly to the neighbors by pissing on their rose bushes.
That cable was bad in the first place, I just had to find a way to tell you.
Household plants like it a little rough now and then, kinda like my old lady.
As far as Harry Potter goes, he is just another chew toy; and please remember this goes for any Star Wars crap you might dare bring into the house.
Poor Mr. Frog, he made the mistake of telling me a ‘yo momma’ joke and I will not tolerate that. I need a more challenging toy, time to go shopping.