1. Open paint. 2. Close your eyes. 3. Draw a cat. Since I pretty much excelled at that, I did a Riv as well. I opened my eyes to change the colors but I think I did pretty good. Door handles and everything.
And mean. They gotta learn how to write it some day, remember. And Limburger's just asking to have a stinky kid. What about Stilton? That's not bad, 'cept with a name like that he sounds like he's grown up in Bel Air.
No. Your imaginary kid's name is Parmigiano-Reggiano Stra Vecchio, end of discussion. So what if it can't manage to spell it till it's fifteen. Totally worth it.
And get fur all over my house? Are you a sadist? I don't want my kid growing up with a slobbering beast on four legs as their best friend and risk stunting their, y'know their...social skills and stuff. ...Did you grow up with animals as friends?
You might be right. She still has the weird Mountie stuff to pick up then. Actually, I'm pretty sure she licked my neck last time I held her, there was definite baby spit on it that hadn't been there before. Guess she inherited that.
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