Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley for May 15, 2007

Transcript:

"Alright, alright, read your poem." "You kill my dream, with your dumb. Life with you is no fun." "I build a shelter out of dung! It spews plentiful, from your tongue!" "They one they call steal, the one they call bag, are a big pink freak, and a big, furry drag!" "Nuts to you! Thank you." clap clap "Stop clapping, dude. You're 'bag'."