[…rang my doorbell and gave the hoomin THIS. Hoomin handed him some green paper and metal things, whatever. Traded us Fud for paper and metal. Stupid hoomin. So now, what would Garfield do? Wait, he’s a lasagna guy. OK, it’s up to me. I’ll eat it. All of it. I haz the growls in belleh.]
“It’s my sweetie Charlotte, eyeing our dinner.” -Rachel V-S.