sunday nite was wonderful. my person's friends dropped by, and i was right in the middle of thangs. never got my belly scratched by so many lovely fingers.. nice! of course they started talking about me, how great i was, how funny.. then they got on my person's case for not giving jazmine a voice. they say this with me in the middle of them, and jazmine's sitting in the corner, ignoring all of us. what they don't understand is that jamine thinks this is all menial, beneath her.
see, i know how to milk a scene, im the Al Pacino of getting attention, i am the Terminator, the Morgan Freeman of act 1. i'm in the room, and you have to notice me, and i will do anything to make it happen. jazmine would get this is she even cared about it, and she does not.
i think they should do this every Sunday.. come over, drink lots of bubbly and scratch me belly all nite long.
think they are up for it? of course they are. could you say no to this belly? didn't think so.
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