Alright I have been looking all over for this son of a beaver. I don't understand how someone so dorky looking can be so hard to find. I am so sick of him running off. He's a boothole. I swear I about to get a leash for him. Or handcuff him to every pole we pass and set out some water. I look everywhere around my house. I look all over my room. I even go in the crawlspaces and holy crap those things are disgusting. But, while I was down in them I heard a strange noise coming from the pipes. It sounded like a small child giggling. So, I went and got the pipe wrench and opened that puppy up. And looky there. Frikkin' Waldo partying it up in my pumbling. For one...DISGUSTING! It even smells disgusting just by opening the pipe up. I seriously could have killed him. But ey! I won the game! :):):)
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