Thursday, June 14, 2012

Does not compute.

Ms. "I would probably eat my own young" chillin on the couch with Daniel-Son (heh heh. It works on so many levels....) here.

There are some potential explanations:

- The apocalypse is near.

- They're conspiring against me.

- Breakfast cookie proximity was sufficient for Stella to risk bodily injury.

- She was trying to smoke him out, as I later heard "Dewwa! You tooted! Dat's tinky.".

I don't trust them. Hmm...

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