Monty by Jim Meddick for August 12, 2011
August 11, 2011
August 13, 2011
Transcript:
Monty: As our relationship further deteriorated, Hume would stumble in nights later and alter... Where the heck have you been? Weasel: Uh... nowhere in particular... I was just out... y'know... wanderin' around. Monty: Billy Kyle an' his pals had a slumber party tonight. You weren't over there, were you? Weasel: Huh? No... of course not! I don't even know those guys... Monty: Why does your breath reek of malted milk? Weasel: I really don't appreciate this third-degree treatment!
Yeah, the same happened with my plush Panda. Used to come home with bits of jelly baby in his teeth but swore he was only eating bamboo. vegetarian my ass!