Mama set down to uze da puter an' I heered "ARFUR! GET IN HEER! Hu spitted awl ober my skreen???? HUH?"
Now let me teww ya, I did not spit on da puter. Reelly. A widdle fly wuz peskin' me wen I rote my blog da udder day an I did shake my hed wunce. An' mebbee a widdle drool wuz on my flooz, but I did not spit on Mama's puter skreen. How cud she say dat? Dat reelly makes me feel instulted, ins..insisted? insulated? Waddever.
Whut abowt her laffin' at her fwenz jokes wif coffee in her mowf, huh? Whut abowt dat? Whut abowt Vito likkin'...wate. Lets not go dere.
Ennywayz, enuff until after tonite - CROOZ NITE - YES!!! An' I wiww hab mor to tell!!
Arfur
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