A "conversation" with Wage Ugly.

Cubs are sucking.
My Daddy has a scary beard.
I am da shit.
My Daddy lost his Cubs hat.
Mommy thinks they'll find it (but she has no idea where).
I like to hit people.
Especially my little brother, Babo.
He eats a lot of cookies.
Did I mention that the Cubs are sucking?
Daddy says he'll try to fix it.
People use our drainage field as a dog park.
That's cool, but they don't pick up the poo.
That's icky.
I didn't vote for Obama. I voted for ME!
(I put "your moms" for VP.)
I am very clever--my Daddy says so.
Daddy got scared by an Otter Pop that lives by our house.
He screamed like...well, Babo.
I like Arvada.
There are hot girls here.
I woo them with my charms when Mommy and Daddy are at work.
I am not an "orange pancake," despite what Aunt Kasha calls me.
I call her lots of names.
Mommy won't let me type them.
Daddy loves me a lot.
He walks around the house saying "My son, bring me my son!" in a funny voice.
I like it.
I don't have a nose, so I can't tell how bad you stink.
That's good for you.
More pictures, Mommy!




Mommy says we should put pictures of Babo up here, too, but I say NO, and I always win these things.
Hee hee.