Showing posts with label hollering at the walls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hollering at the walls. Show all posts

Monday, April 30, 2007

Yes, No. Yes, Yes, Maybe

MILES

YES - my hoo-has was itching and I hadded to lay on my back on the baf mat and skratch them on the door by rolling back and forf. is that a prollem?

NO - It wasn't me that tippded ofurr the table next to the couch - it was Sammy, you should know that's his M.O.

YES - I must holler at the walls - there's invisidable bugs there that need to be hollered at. If I doesn't holler at the invisdable bugs, they will get out of control, and then I must start jumping at the walls - like I did last night.

YES - I really really really hadded to lick the ofurr side of your sit around and watch your weight speshul ice cream sammich while you was eating it - i fought that we could each lick an end and meet in the middle.

MAYBE tomorrow I will be a good boy - but don't hold your breaf.

Good bye my sweet Nicky

 Good bye my sweet sweet Nicky.  You has a hard time sometimes with your brain injury, but you were always so sweet.  I love you to the moon...