Sep 02 2007
poop in the living room
There are some sentences that you never expect to say but then when they need to be said you find there is no other way.
Tonight there was poop in my living room. Bryant first brought it to my attention. “I’m poopy,” he said. He continued, “It’s on my foot and it’s on the fwoor.” (floor)
“Where,” I asked.
“Right dere and in da wivingroom.” he answered. Continue Reading »
