Why Are You Putting My Good Hand Towel in the Toilet?! (Peter POV ( Read more... )

I woke up as usual. It was around 11:15 a.m., and my usual routine was to turn my phone on and listen to heavy metal while having my first cup of coffee. I fucking hate mornings ( Read more... )

What am I? A Fucking Lumberjack ( Read more... )

When Prince Carrington, Princess Lindsay Carrington, and I were finished cleaning up after our recreational radiated refried bean cooking shenanigans, we came to sit near Peter and Godiva at the local Chipotle. They were watching Count Macrula who was playing with Tug. Tug was howling with joy as he danced around ( Read more... )

Written in 2019 ( Read more... )

The Main Thing Peter and Politicians Have In Common: They Act Like Shitheads ( Read more... )

The authorities finally arrived at the Parker residence. Godiva was showing them the carnage around the neighborhood from Fredbear's tomfoolery. They were in absolute shock ( Read more... )

Every day, there was always drama at the Parker residence. Yesterday, Peter was throwing his clothes that were made in China out of the window. A week ago, his father was burning most of the clothes and other fabrics made in China. And today, I heard dishes being thrown in the backyard. I had to see what was going on ( Read more... )

Peter didn't get so much as a breath in before I said, "No! What's up with you?!" as I walked in the door ( Read more... )

Peter and I Like Rainy Days, part 4 ( Read more... )