I haven't eaten any of my young lately, or ever in fact. Will have to ask Mom about the details of that and how to develop proper technique.
I just broke my pen. Momma gonna whup me. She has to, now that I learned how to get out of her headlocks.
I do miss Mom, but not as much as she misses me. 'Cuz I keep my sights adjusted better.
I saw Mom driving down Main Street in her new half-track. She doesn't speak to me any more, since she joined the guerrillas.
If Mom hadn't told me to shave more often I'd still have hairy eyeballs. She knows her shit, Mom does.
I want to be a curmudgeon when I grow up. If Mom will pay for my lessons.
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