Dear furiends, I have a story for you! Come closer so you can hear me...
NOT TOO CLOSE!
Here's the story.
See how sweet and innocent Victor looks, all curled up on the chair?
MY CHAIR, MINE!
You're thinking he's so cute and soft and cuddly, right?
Who do you suppose caused THIS mess?
There were three in the room at the time: Me, my woman, and Victor.
Someone was climbing on the talking box. Someone wasn't careful. Someone...
Oh, Bonnie, knock it off. Mom knows it was an accident. Lemme sleep, kay?
WHO'S TELLING THIS STORY? YOU OR ME?
Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. Someone was climbing where he doesn't belong. There was a crash and the woman yelled a name. I wonder what name she yelled? She didn't yell "Bonnie." She certainly didn't yell her own name.
No, the name she yelled was none other than...
See what I has to up-put wif? ::sigh::