What can I say my friends. It was bound to happen. Dad was always close to stepping over that fine line of crazy. He has succeeded today. Shaking piggy head. I’m just sitting here in the living room waiting for the fine men that bring the padded jackets to the Hotel Thompson.
You see, mom/dad went and had Mexican food for dinner last night. Dad says he was starving – rolls piggy eyes – as if. When his tacos came to the table, he picked one up and say, “What’s that my friend? I love you too. Oh I agree. I can’t wait for you to be in my belly!”
Really daddy? I just have one question. Why is it that daddy can play with his food but us anipals can’t? Go ahead mom/dad. I’m waiting patiently for the answer.