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Human females cannot take a joke! She found the lighter that I stole from Max Evel. Oh, I admit, I put it in a lousy place, my pocket! Still, she had no right to go rifling through my pockets. Of all the indignities! Her hands groping around in my pockets. Those soft graceful hands that type 100 wpm. Those hands that carry me around the house and place me on the shelf. Those hands that she runs through her long hair when she's thinking...
Oh rats and crumbs! (A term I stole from my mama). She just doesn't understand that I'm antsy this time of year. Yes, I did steal all the knives in the place again this year and hid them quite well (unlike the freaking lighter!) Yeah, sometimes I do things the human doesn't like such as sneaking into her room and filming her as she sleeps. One night, I jumped up and down on the bed and woke her up. When she sat up to see what it was, I hid. Still, she knew it was me and not an earthquake. How does she do that? Damn psychic humans!
I've been coming around to your blogs lately. Oh, yeah, I know what you're up to. I'm following you. Don't think I don't know all your comings and goings. Oh yes, as Halloween comes closer, it is good to know where your friends are, but it's better to know where your enemies are....
Oh, and the human will surely punish me again by putting me in the trunk with all the girl dolls who are mad at me for dating them all at one time, leaving me defenseless as they pummel me, so I better do what she told me to do; post this message:
*** Tonight is Lonely on a Friday Night. If you have nothing to do, join Autumnforest and her friends here to comment back and forth about whatever the hell it is humans find so goddamned interesting. And know this, men, if any of you flirt with my human, I know where your blogs are! ***