What Are You Lookin At?
Seriously, dude. What are you lookin at. Can't you see I'm trying to eat here. It's rude to stare. munch munch munch Look pal, I don't like the way you are lookin at me. What is with that blank stare? Is your head full of fluff or what? I have half an hour left and I'm trying to finish The View. Look somewhere else. How about you wrap that scarf around your eyes. Grab it. Oh, I see you have no fingers. You are pretty much fucking useless, aren't you?
munch munch munch
Alright, that's it. Are we gonna have to take this outside? Cuz it's cold and wet out there and I don't think you'll last the night. You want that? Huh, punk? If you don't stop staring at me, I'm gonna through across the room. You know what happens then right? Minnie. Yep, I said it. You'll become a crazed Chihuahua's love slave. She'll toss you around a few times maybe give you a kiss or two, but then she's gonna look for the squeaker. I can tell from your blank look, that you do not have a squeaker. This, my friend, will be your down fall. She will tear you limb from limb looking for it and then when she's searched you inside out, she will leave you for dead in the hallway. In pieces. I know, it's tragic. I think you have two choices. Keep pointing those cold black eyes at me and know the hell that is Minnie. OR you can Stop. Staring. At Me.
R.I.P Little Snow Beanie.
12/2000 - 12/2006
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