Dear Max, Cood you wish my goofy sister from annuder litter Gracie a happy twelf birfday today? I turnt nineteen lass munf, and the Food Lady sez if I make it to twunny, she’ll let me visit a real live rotissery chukkin farm and eet anyfing I kech. Do you fink she’z pullin my leg? Also, do you kno any ressipeez to rotisserficate my own chukkin? Or say a cheeky chipmunk dat teezes me outdoors? Fanks, Spider
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GRACIE!!!
And dood…chipmunks are window entertainment, not food. Besides, even if you could catch one and get it onto a rotisserie, there’s not much meat on them, so it’s kind of a waste. But you’ll totally dig the rotisserie chicken farm. It’s known world-wide as “Costco” and they take care of all the hunting things, and stick it right in the oven for you! All you have to do is sit down at the food court and convince someone to peel the force field away from it, and dig in.
It’s it’s sooooo good. Sometimes the people go there and pick out a chicken and bring it home, and dood, it’s amazing. You might never want to eat anything else as long as you live.
There was a tragic camper accident overnight in the foster room and now we can’t go camping anymore. Do you know if the foster lady’s insurance would cover a replacement? THANKS
~foster kittens of Random Felines
Ohhhh insurance is tricky. They take your money every month in case something happens and then when it does they’re all, nope, you exhaled three times when you only should have done it twice, plus you blinked when it wasn’t your turn AND you sniffed wrong, so we’re not paying your claim. So based on that…yeah, no, don’t expect the insurance to help out at all.
Granted, I dunno what happened because I didn’t see it mentioned on your blog (I read blogs still! Surprise!) but maybe I missed it. It’s a bummer you can’t go camping anymore. Where there’s camping, there’s bugs, and something those suckers are fun to catch.
MAX I WANT A TATTOO DUZ IT HURT AND HOW MANY MONIES IS IT?
DOOD YES IT HURTS AND IT COSTS ALL THE MONIES. I KNOW THIS BECAUSE THE WOMAN IS ALL “OWWWWWW” WHEN SHE GETS ONE AND THEN IT’S LIKE, NO STEAK FOR A WHILE BECAUSE SHE SPENT ALL THE COINS. UNLESS YOU’RE GETTING ONE OF ME OR DOCTOR WHO, I WOULDN’T RECOMMEND IT.
IT’S BEEN NICE SHOUTING YOU, DOOD!
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