33 Apocalypse Avenue, Wednesday night
"Roberrrrrrrrtoooooooo!" she sang out, returning to her bedroom after a shower. "How's my little Bobby-poo?"
"Bobby-poo" gave her an entirely disinterested look from the corner of "his" cage, until she stuck in a baby carrot. Then Bob was all about the cute.
"Ooooooh, who's Mommy's ickle boy?" she cooed.
[Open to the housemates!]
"Bobby-poo" gave her an entirely disinterested look from the corner of "his" cage, until she stuck in a baby carrot. Then Bob was all about the cute.
"Ooooooh, who's Mommy's ickle boy?" she cooed.
[Open to the housemates!]