Good morning son. Rough time last night? Thought as much. Here's a hair of the dog that bit ya. Yup. A touch of that tonic and you'll be right as rain.
"ugh... so bright... what the heck did I do last night... i remember a food... something about a story before bed..."
"who left that door open. has it been open all night? what the heck is going on?"
"mom, is that you? just gimme a sec. lemme wake up here. holy moly, this diaper must weigh a metric ton."
"aaahhhh, the old cow juice is kicking in. it's all coming back to me."
"Thanks for the milk mom. Now how do I go about acquiring a comb?"
Sunday, January 1, 2012
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