My slave’s name is Mr. Lump, cause he makes a lump on the bed when I’m trying to nap.
He is freaked out of his mind about this trump feller. Somebody hide Lump’s phone before his head explodes. i think it wud make a hell of a mess.
I fear two things: no fud and vegibles. I hate vegibles.
If Lump’s heads explodes i might not have any fud. Then id be nervous. His hed didnt explode yet, so im good. but its close.
If you have fud and no vegibles I think you shud relax.
vacuum cleaners scare me. unless you are being chased by a vacuum cleaner you shud relax too. ive been chased by vacuum cleaners. – thanks Lump, you annoying bastard – i aint never been chased by no Kim Jung Un. He’s pretty chubby. I cant imagine he’s a real gud chaser.
you shud relax.
Tell Mr. Lump tu relax twoo
I’m takin over the bloggin. im hoping Mr. Lump will relax. its gettin annoying listening to him bitchin and bloggin and twittin all day.
Just say no to twitin Mr. Lump