If you know Pookie, you know he is a very chill dude. Not much can get him riled up. However today Barfy found out that saying, "I am the best at Tetris Attack." is one of Pookie’s rage buttons. He dragged Barfy over to the SNES and made him play best of twenty-one. At the end of the eleventh match Pookie leaned over to Barfy and whispered “What now??”
Barfy really should have made this pillow fort bigger so we could watch Million Dollar Baby comfortably. How am I supposed to enjoy seeing Hillary Swank beat her way to championship belt without my popcorn machine next to me.
Look Tookie, I know you like that sheep you have been holding onto all game. But I got the best hay around and I am willing to go five of my hay for your one super special ewe. What you are smelling is definitely opportunity and not desperation.
And there we were boys. Your Gromps and I knee deep in cat dander and fallen eucalyptus trees surrounded on all sides by the enemies Bengal Kitten mounted unit. That was when your Gromps Ramboed up the nearest tree with our flare gun and Mocha’s catnip supply. Moments later, he streaked the cloud covered sky with fiery satchels of catnip, which the Bengals couldn’t help but chase after. And that is how your Gromps saved our lives and the entire population of Sydney.
I noticed Barfy putting together a crib and thought I could speed things up by being his foreman. Despite my best efforts to direct him, he managed to forget to install the escape hatch on the interior, where we have been trapped for hours.
Listen Barfy, it doesn’t matter where I got this bag or what is in it. No Barfy, there’s no time! There are many more Almond Joys in it for you if you stop asking questions, strap a harness on, and start pulling.