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All is forgotten!
Dammit! I found some “Boot” hairspray, somewhere, which I bought despite the fact I hate product in my hair and I still haven’t handed it over to Boot.
Even I don’t buy things because they say ‘boot’.
(at least it’s not a duck)
Duck in boots?!
wait, you’ve seen a duck that says boot, but you didn’t buy it?
[boot smacks her forehead]
No, really. I actually smacked my forehead when I read those last two comments.
Time for bed, SuperBoot!
[boot whooshes out of the room]
Grud feels compelled to explain that Boot might have similar feelings to things that look like ducks but that aren’t real ducks as Grud has with things of a presidential nature.
Alright, el presidente, just settle down.
It’s a good thing I’m so sleepy, or you’d be in big trouble.
Huh? What? I didn’t say anything… Really, that was a lot of words for nothing. El Presidente who is it that’s going to be in big trouble again, I think I might be confused…
Boot! Go to Bed! You’ve been bad.
Fortunately, it’s not so that that I felt compelled to mention anything about your issue with Elephants that aren’t real Elephants and so on and so forth. (Speaking of which, have you read ‘mouse’s ‘Fragrant Meat’ story on Bakerina’s blog?)
Elephants that aren’t real elephants? What the? Are you even grudknows?!
Yes, yes. I’m going to bed.
Oh, this post from e must mean it’s the two year anniversary of my trip to the US. Sometimes, I think we’re traveling backwards through time. If we were going the right way through time, I would have met you Scriners two years before that trip.
(sigh)