Making biskits on the fleecy blanket.
♫ la dee da daaa ♪♪
It's The Hand!
ooooooooooo...that feels gooooooooood.
So good, that I have to BITE it! Hard.
The Hand: OW! Owowowowowowow!!!!
*kickety kick kick kick*
There. I killed it.
But it sure left a bad taste in my mouth.
And on my vest, too.
What a bother, cleaning up all the Mommy skank.
At least I drew bluds. That makes it all worthwhile.
XX Grayce XX