Bargain Beavers

[cuervolinda]

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monkey

[anonymous]

There: A sexy wife. Yummy room service. A swank hotel.

Here: Cat poop, sore muscles from moving, oodles of corporate goon work to do, jackhammer work going on up the street.

Reality sucks.

I miss.

Room Service Aint the Same

[cuervolinda]

As Oliver the parrot would say, “It's not fair!” I think, perhaps, I need to book a 3-day excursion to a nearby swank hotel to make it up to that poor forlorn Monkey. He has earned himself some serious baby ketchup action. Poor Monkey smashed his paw in the space under the moving truck ramp. I'm not even there to pick his many fleas off or rub his sore paw. This burd can't wait to fly back home.

She shall be called "Nonmous"

[anonymous]

I'm addicted to these journal rantings, crow. Going home's rough. Don't expect much. Eat a lotta red meat. Stay in the hotel til they flush yer old padded bones out. My love to you and Laura and a small side order over to the monkey.

If you're addicted, I'll be your crack dealer

[cuervolinda]

I will keep a postin', as long as someone keeps a readin'. You know what a big exhibitionist attention ho I am. Your compliments fuel my ego's needy little fire.

I'm impressed from ele

[anonymous]

Now those were some seriously fine bargains you got there. Nice work! My Mommy just went home to Portland Saturday. I miss her so! Why does Portland have to be so far from the East Coast?

[otis_otis]

Nice Rack!