Last night was pizza night. You know what that means, right? Nom, nom, nom for the Monkee. So I go to steal some wings and manage to get a nice chunky piece o' chicken. When I bite into it, yeeeeooooow! Dad ordered the hot wings. Bah. It took me fifteen minutes to get the burn out of my mouth.
So Dad, this is for you:
3 comments:
We usually just get Pizza from Pizza Mut, so I get peperoni and cheezes!
Monkee, your dad should know better than to get the spicy wings. I think you should poot in his direction all night long.
Tiki, Tavi, Cody and Camie
Oh my I bet your belly moved as much as Isis belly has been of late with hot wings inside! ;)
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