swim to safety and come back. See, I like to play these little games cuz when I was little my uncle used to...
throw me over the stairwell (5 storeys up) to see if I'd land on my
Clavical. He knew better then to think that I was that
uncoordinated- sheesh! I mean, I am the daughter of a circus
flea, for crying out loud. I already have to tight rope walk and now I have to bruise my clavical. I am the only flea in history with one. My doctor says..
Once a Flea, Always a Flea... although I've never figured out why she says that! If you have any idea, I'd love to hear all about it... it may
change my mind about cutting out my unique clavical and shipping to
India by the morning post. That postman probably won't
like the smell but I dont care. Its only the size of a
head of a pin, anyway, after all, I AM a flea! It's not very heavy, and it really can't smell too, too
bad unless he puts it directly up his nose. Which he has been known to do a time or two. If I get it back saying "address unknown" I will....
know for a certainty that this guy is a piece of canoodle-covered, slime-infested
nothing but porridge on Tuesdays and Salmon Steaks on Friday nights. I don't know why he's such a
fat pig who farts all day but ...
I have just about had it with him. Next time he does that I'm going to call his superiors and ask them to
FIRE HIS ASS!! He shouldnt make more money than me but he does. He makes....
waaaaay too much for a lily-livered lager lout like that, and he deserves about
