It has been raining like monsoons end of days here forever!
Idiot momma is prone to making pointless statements to me like, "Oh Mango, at least it isn't snow."
Well obviously, duh, like it's totally MAY, OK? Moron.
The Mango is getting cabin fever.
Stupid PeeWee is even more annoying than usual. Can't a dude meditate without having those pointy teeth clamped down on his sensitive jowls?
Get off me, fool!
Now on the weekends, weather permitting, I am usually provided with a glorious meaty bone. This is called a recreational bone because not only does it help keep my teeth and gums healthy, but it also provides the mental recreations. Let me tell you, coordinating my jaws of doom to clamp down without tangling my lips in there whilst simultaneously managing to keep my frontal feet out of the way is quite challenging.
So imagine my delight to discover that I had been given a mid-week meaty bone to ease the strain of being cooped up with the doofus head.
Nom, nom, nom.
This one must have come from the bargain bin. Still has its furs attached.
Ow! What the heck? That was so embarrassing.
Just kidding. You don't think the Mango is so simple minded as to mistake his own leggie for that of a cow, do you?
Note to self...
Do NOT bitey striped meaty bones no matter how tempting.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!