Got a bugle for my birthday. Stand well back then. Ima gon toot, y'all.
Got a cookie for my 5th birthday. Must remember to finish it before it goes bad. "Bad, bad cookie" is something I never want to hear myself saying.
Got a cookie in the mail. It could be a refund for that loaf of bread that I couldn't finish eating last week. Either that or it's a warning.
Got a flat tire last night. Stole it off the neighbor's car. Now he won't have to get upset by seeing his dead tire. I'm helpful like this and in many other ways. (Tires, so sadly, die too. Don't they?)
Got a whole entire suitcase full of dried squirrels here. Been saving them up over the summer, but no longer sure if that was a great idea, considering today's market report.
Got flies buzzing around me and they haven't even served lunch yet. Maybe I smell good for once.
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Me? Never liked bugles, or any other type of dog.
