"Young man, you are interfering with serious cat business!" -- Josette
I’m surprised Chepe Pete didn’t take her downstairs to eat what the customers left on their tables. Or on the floor.
Uh . . . okay, because you caught me without a comment.
Yes you can, Generic Blonde #5! Just don’t tell Mopey Pete that you’ll gain fifty pounds by the end of the year.
He’s saving that for when he’s alone with the mirror and her make-up kit.
To save time and avoid doing more laundry, Mopey Pete got tattoos that look like underwear.
He keeps his spare shirt and pants neatly folded under the heaviest box. “See, Min-dull? I told you I know how to iron!”
And he’s wearing her spare black blouse under his blue shirt.
Yeah, Mindull, there’s plenty of room for his green and blue shirts, his black t-shirt and matching pants, and his Daffy Duck pajamas.
I don’t quite understand, but I won’t rub it in.
Mopey Pete is only allowed to run loose in a dog park.
I’m surprised Chepe Pete didn’t take her downstairs to eat what the customers left on their tables. Or on the floor.