Can I Have a Word With You Please?
Exactly WHAT do you think you’re doing?
Little No Limit and I are playing dress up.
And what are you supposed to be? A refugee?
Little No Limit said I looked nice with my ears back.
That bitch is in speech therapy. Her own mama don’t even understand her, and you gonna stand there and tell me she told you to put your ears back?
Quit picking on me! Just because she didn’t want to play with YOU doesn’t mean you need to pick on me.
Oh, you think I’m jealous of you trying to dress up as one of them? Next thing you know you’re going to be wearing matching sweaters.
You know, I personally think you would look nice in a matching sweater. Your mama did.
Oh hell no, you did not just go there. Them’s fightin’ words.
I could take you on. I’m 20 pounds heavier than you.
Bitch, please. Your mama is 50 pounds heavier than you and me together and that bitch couldn’t fight off the cat down the street. You know, the one with three legs and one eye?
(sniff) Don’t talk about my mama.
Don’t talk about me wearing them stupid ass sweaters.
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I have no idea what to comment upon here, except, schnazzy red glasses.
those red glasses add the perfect touch of condescension. well played!
I’d keep my bedroom doors locked at night. F.O.X. has got some ‘Animal Farm’ going on up in your house. I’d be scared.
snicker…refugee…
And oh snap, that bitch called your baby a bitch…I wouldn’t stand for that sass.
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!
I have been totally jonesing for some thug dawgs talkin’ shit! SWEET!
I love them dawgs. Can I have them?
Angel, I’m sorry but Notorious answers to no on but me. And even then, the alpha dog designation is questionable.
I am blog hopping today. My Husband is 2000 miles away and I am blog hopping. A wild one I am. Just wanted to say your hilarious.
Uh this is the most wonderful funny thing on the internet. Hubs needs to go out of town more often.