I swear they don't stop, they don't give up and they certainly don't understand how necessary it is for me to check the contents of that trashcan. It is necessary, no vital, for me to make sure nothing in there is contaminated in case they decide they want to eat some of it again. I mean, who are they kidding, I'm on their side and they get all hopped up and try to force me away every time. I'm doing this for them! Enough ranting and raving about the hypocrisy's of two-legged lugs, I don't have the time in my 14 years.
I found out this morning just exactly what my new ride is like. Maybe I'm rushing ahead of myself. Through my careful coaxing of their egos, the occasional well-placed lick and my strategic placement of stroller links on their computers, they finally fell into my trap. I am now the proud owner of a hot orange and blue two wheeler, and I've got these two so wrapped around my little paw they CHOOSE to pull me around without pay, return or stock dividends. I'm thinking of writing a manual on slave maintenance and management but I'm still building experience. Anyway, back to the meat...mmmm, turkey.... turkey.... wait wait, thats not what I'm thinking of, oh yeah, well I'm not that impressed with the suspension, but I do enjoy the uuuuhhh's and aaahhh's from all my admiring fans, and I can't complain about the lack of effort and hand-delivered room service. Yeah, I live the life.
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