Dear Diary,
Yesterday I ate some hair, which made pooping today extremely difficult. What I did enjoy was watching Liz chase after me with stringy poo hanging out of my rear. It was like a fun game! Today I ate more hair, so we can play again tomorrow. For now the apartment smells like… victory.
Keepin’ it real,
Horatio
9 Comments
April 7, 2008 at 9:01 pm
The jersey rocks! Stringy poop…not so.
April 7, 2008 at 9:02 pm
Dear Ben:
You obviously don’t know how to live.
Yours,
Horatio
April 8, 2008 at 1:21 pm
ha! this made me laugh aloud, horatio. You are the funny.
April 8, 2008 at 2:38 pm
Dear tiff,
You single?
Bones,
Horatio
April 9, 2008 at 3:01 am
horatio: you & my dog, Sofie, would get along perfectly. She likes to eat hair just as much as you do. Although, she’s more into other dangerous endeavors such as eating bugs & chasing lint on the floor. If you ever need someone to give you some tips on how to maintain a regular diet of unmentionables, just let me know. Sofie’s got the hook-ups. :]
April 9, 2008 at 9:11 am
Dear apricot,
Sofie sounds like a girl who likes to take a walk on the wild side. I like that in a woman. Give her my digits and we’ll do lunch.
Love & Kibbles,
Horatio
April 9, 2008 at 11:37 pm
Horatio and Edie should hang out.
April 11, 2008 at 2:15 pm
you go ‘head with your bad self!
April 12, 2008 at 4:05 am
@Jamie: Dude, yes. Your dog is incredibly cute, btw.
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Dear apollocreed,
Too bad you got killed by a Russian. Sorry, dude.
Bones,
Horatio
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