Alert readers might recall that momma has an odd habit or hoarding most of my toys and only bringing them out during official playtime (fortunately momma is thus far able to distinguish between actual toys and and the house jacks and nails and whatnot that appear to be co-mingled with my belongings).
Subsequently, the Mango looks forward to this daily activity with much anticipation and delight.
What toy will be presented? What fun shall we have? Surely, this is MANGO TIME!
NO! WRONG! It is MANGO TORTURE TIME.
Once again, thanks to a cleverly hidden camera, I was able to capture the abuse that has been occurring at my estate.
What started out as an action packed game of Cuz quickly deteriorated into, well, see for yourself by clicking HERE.
First my head gets stuck in a chair, then a horrible force field appears on my stairs, and now this!
Is there no peace for my large and most severely abused self?
Mango Man! Oh yeah!