One June 10 I haff getted lame-o-niceness in mein two front feets. This it be wrong, aber there be nuthin we could haff doed, it just be one von those things wot come und bite your life in der ass.
I haff haffed rotation in both mein feets, aber I beed luckie und it don’t nott to be measureable. Mein modder Coreene (I loff her), she be at mein howse every 12 hours to giff me der most icky stuff wot she putt in mein mouth mit syringe. Und she haff giffed me shots for like der first zwei wochen alzo.
Right now I haff like Sicilian Grandma ankle socks mit silver things over them, wot it be called lily pads und this it be to make mein feets feel better.
Aber der last two days they don’t nott to feel better, und zo I be asking you for ein jingle.
If you don’t nott to want to, this it be okay, aber if you don’t haff nothing nice to say then don’t nott to say nothing at all becose I don’t nott to be in der mood for negative things.
It beed from der Cushings, mein modder she vos gong to schedule new Cushings update test that week und then this it haff happened. I haff sayed to her, this it be wrong wenn timing it don’t nott to go how you like it, aber poop happens.
I haff sayed this be fore, I be ein German horse und this it be straight from mein mouth.
[This message was edited by Willem on Jul. 10, 2003 at 01:20 AM.]
[This message was edited by Willem on Jul. 11, 2003 at 12:16 AM.]