i think elliott might be eeevil.

last night, as i was turning off the lights before going to
bed, i ran into the bone he'd been chewing. while i was
hopping around on one foot and giving my vocabulary a workout,
tripped over an empty milk crate. i have no idea why it was
in the middle of the floor, but i suspect that a certain
not-so-angelic dog had something to do with it. anyway, i
went arse over teakettle and landed on my shoulder, of all
things. and, you'll never guess what i landed *on*. another
damned bone. while i was lying on the floor, wondering why
God hates me, i looked up to see elliott standing over me,
grinning from ear to ear. *he* thought it was a riot.

does anyone want a slightly used hairy dog?

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shelly (perfectly foul wench) and elliott and harriet
http://home.bluemarble.net/~scouvrette