Dood, I am a DOOD. I don't know whut kind of psyko mind games yer tryin to play with me, but I've sed it beefore and I'll say it agin: DO. NOT. LIK. ME. EVER. This morning win yoo jumped up on the bed and gave me 18 (yes, 18, I was cownting) liks on my hed, I had to spend the rest of the day trying to git that imije owt of my mind and I coodn't nap cuz I thot I'd have dreems abowt yoo and me and Karl and Ruis going to Karnival together. I AM NOT YER SPICY VIXIN. That's whut Parker's for. So why don't yoo by a grayhownd bus tikkit for OH-HI-OH and give her a vizit. And leeve me alone furrever yoo psyko loozer.
Rocky the Guttercat