Redpectfully, Ma'am, I was pleading for mist twist, not getting sassy. It's not my fault that I didn't know that you had a former triggering traumatic with the drink, else I would have simply asked for sprite. Please forgive me (and consider letting me out. Have to try!) Also, your threats of turning the dryer on have become kind of pleasant ever since the last few times due to my long hair now being more of a fluffball. A giant one. It's kind of comforting, like when mom used to rock me to sleep only more bumpy, and I can't see out of my left eye anymore.
About that corndog... if I take the corn dog, can I have funyuns? I know you said they make me hyper, but I think you're confusing hyperactivity for when Lonny sneaks in and turns on the dryer for S&G's. Unless that would get him into trouble in which case I apologize, and he did nothing of the sort...
Please give me conditioner for my fluffball/hair. This counts as written notice. Also more salt for lint.
Adoringly yours,
-Jesseh
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