Hey, just thought I'd check out what the fat guy writes on this thing. Lame-00. Obviously it's your first time reading this blog, who'd read it twice?? Oh man I got a good gig here. Do what ever I want. The fat guy works for me.
Guess what I got him doing now? Picking up poop!! Yep, that's right, he's got a bunch of paper towels and he's picking up poop...MY poop. That's fuckin' hilarious. Yeah, he came home from making some dough to buy MY puppy chow, thought he'd sit down and type on this here laptop before he took me out for a walk. so I dropped a couple of turds by the door. yeah, next time he'll pay attention...fat bastard.
God, he's whacked. He eats everything. You wouldn't frikken believe it. I even have to growl at him to make sure he doesn't eat my puppy chow. Do you believe it? I let him eat everything else, and I mean everything, and he still wants my damn chow. I made him work hard for that. He ain't getting none.
OOh, he's coming back, must be done pickin up the feces. Heh, I think I'll go confiscate one of his squeaky balls. He hates that, I bite him when he tries to get one. I don't really want the ball, I just like biting him.
Later,
The Schnoodle.
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Dear Schnoodle,
Tell him to try Reese's peanut butter cups with caramel. The Halloween fun-size are especially enjoyable. I understand the whole bag is a single serving.
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