“Jet……Jet……..JET!”
“What?”
“Do you really think you should be doing that?”
“What (gulp, munch, chew,gulp) do you mean?”
“Eating the shouty mans bed like that”
“Why not, he loves it”
“He loves it?”
“Yeah, ‘course he does”
“I don’t think so”
“He does, haven’t you noticed?”
“Noticed what?”
“Well whenever one of us chews something he jumps up and down and starts running around singing”
“Are you sure he’s singing, I always thought he was shouting?”
“Nah he loves it”
“Well, i’m off downstairs before he wakes up, just in case you got it wrong ikkle pupster”
“Yeah whatever, you old fart”
“You just wait………”
Some time later…….
JET YOU LITTLE %$##*&, WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU. LOOK AT THE &%$##@* BED YOU LITTLE %&**$.
“See. I told you he loves it. Look at him dancing”
What can you do?
Sounds like those girls have really got you sussed out….
Mountain Girl’s last blog post..Bye Bye to the Donkeys