Bronco B & Conrad came to Chez Wilma for supper on his birthday. The phone rings:
Moi: Hello?
Mini-Me: Hi Auntie Wilma. It's Mini-Me. Can I speak to Grandpa please?
Moi: Sure, but first you have to tell me the password, young lady.
Mini-Me: Um......... you rock?
Moi: Correct! You're a good kid.
How can I not lurve a kid like that?
The continuing saga of a quack who's gone to the dogs...or cats, as the case may be.
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