The human one banned me from blogging, apparently talking about her flatulence isn't amusing.
Yet she can talk about me pooping, pot kettle and black spring to mind.Sometimes she even shows my poop, like why lady why.
Then I read her diary, and its seriously boring π΄ like who cares that your going grey, nobody thats who.
It doesn't stop there, she keeps playing really awful songs and singing, it's the singing that's the worse. Basically she sounds like she's being strangled. It's awful.
Now she's saying I've an attitude problem, im a freaking rabbit I don't even know what an attitude is.
Save me ..... please.
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