Mad

My female slave just cut up an avacado, and only gave me a little bit. She knows that avacados are my favorite food. I'm pissed. So to take my anger out I just slapped some spare change off the table, the stack of letters that need to get put in the mail box, and now I am going to sulk by the door and practice yodeling. I hope I just showed her who wins everytime.

This was me prior to the avacado fiasco. Happy as a lark.