Sunday, January 13, 2008

Houseboy Discipline



Sorry, I'll be right back, don't mind me. You know how it is, it's always something with houseboys. I told Marmaduke to stop jumping rope (those same singsong rhyme, over and over. It grates on my nerves) and cut the grass right now, but he just will not mind, so now I have to go deal with him. It's the time-out closet for you, young lady!
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2 comments:

  1. jasonJanuary 13, 2008 at 2:58 PM

    Is that Marmaduke as in Marmaduke, the Big Red Package?


    ruff!

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  2. mrpeeneeJanuary 13, 2008 at 6:10 PM

    You would need to discuss Marmaduke's package directly with him.

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