Telemarketers, man what a drag. Is there anyone out there who actually buys the junk they hawk? Yeah, I need a free ski weekend in Vermont -- what's that? All I have to do is sit through your timeshare presentation? Why not? And while you're at it, go ahead and scrape my gums. Free ski weekend -- my last diaper!I mean I could use a free vacation, who couldn't. The past twelve months have been gruel, gruel and milk, and lately some solids now that I have these teeth. I'm particularly fond of the mandarin oranges and of course pumpkin pie! Not such a big fan of the vegetable group though.
But I digress, telemarketers, the junk mail of the phone lines. Thank Heaven for caller ID that's all I have to say. I long for the simpler times. When it was all milk and honey, well no honey of course what with the whole salmonella thing going on there. Plenty of milk though. Milk at my beck and call, sleep all day
if I wanted, my diapers changed for me, laying around all the time, attention 24/7. Yes, those were the days. I'm sure it just gets better from here on out. I was cute way back then though wasn't I! Man have I grown. Wow, I'm nearly twice as tall as I was and nearly three times the weight. If that trend continues I'll be a ten foot tall 600 pound line backer in no time! Ha! Call me now telemarketers! Yeah, I'll come to your free ski weekend and no, I won't be sitting in on your timeshare presentation! Got a problem with that?
Mom, where's the milk??!!
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