3 Years, 3 Weeks, and 3 Days Later

MP: So. I was thinking... maybe you could leave more than a toothbrush here... if you want.

PEA: You mean something fancy? Hairbrush and deodorant, too?

MP: Maybe even panties and a shirt. No pants, though. That's moving too fast.

Please, Oh Please...

Let this replace American Idol.

Fuck You, Mice!

i will have you. i will eat you!

every night, when mp goes to bed, i keep watch to ensure you stay hidden, sucking the poison that will eradicate your very souls! okay, i'm a dramatic puppy. it's the chihuahua in me. but seriously: suck it, mice. by the time mp gets up, i'm so tired that all i can do is walk over to her, kiss her hello, and then flop onto my bed-- snoring.

mp says it's the price we pay for living between wetlands, the ocean, and a bay... but i still want you dead.

HaHaHaHaHaHa

the pea says we should feel bad for boyle. i say, "suck it, sharks!"