Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Torture. Pure Torture.

So, Sarah (the asshole) got a gift for Christmas: a camera. However, it's not just any camera. It's a camera that hooks onto my collar, and takes pictures every few minutes. Sarah fucking loves this thing, and I have to bear the consequences.

Like today, for instance. Sarah put the camera on me, so she could see what I did all day while she was at work. Obviously, I do shit while she is at work that I am not allowed to do while she is at home. Before the camera, I got away with all sorts of shit. Not any more. Sarah got to see me lying all over the good couch, getting it nice and furry and smelling like peachy me.

Now, this Big Brother shit would be bad enough, but Sarah has seen fit to start a fucking blog and put my antics all over the internet for the world to see. Such an asshole.

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