How Stella Got His Rug Back Dude
Predator Press
[LOBO]
Dressed in a bathrobe, I’m standing on the coffee table I dragged into the kitchen and furiously fingerpainting what might be The Last Supper on the top of the microwave.
“Honey,” says Terri. “Why are your pupils so dialated?”
“Fum-diggly wango wango wango,” I says matter-of-factly.
Shiftless, our teenage son, replies “He’s been like this for hours.”
"Bjork," I shrug. "Hooblie booblie."
Looking around, Terri spots a crunkled Filet-O-Fish wrapper on the counter.
“Did he eat this?” she asks. “We forgot to put them in the refrigerator last night.”
I point at the toaster oven and scream, “GODZIRRAAAAA!”
[LOBO]
Dressed in a bathrobe, I’m standing on the coffee table I dragged into the kitchen and furiously fingerpainting what might be The Last Supper on the top of the microwave.“Honey,” says Terri. “Why are your pupils so dialated?”
“Fum-diggly wango wango wango,” I says matter-of-factly.
Shiftless, our teenage son, replies “He’s been like this for hours.”
"Bjork," I shrug. "Hooblie booblie."
Looking around, Terri spots a crunkled Filet-O-Fish wrapper on the counter.
“Did he eat this?” she asks. “We forgot to put them in the refrigerator last night.”
I point at the toaster oven and scream, “GODZIRRAAAAA!”
Comments
Even the salads!
I personally like McDonald's ketchup and onion shakes.