So it got warm. It got warm and we went outside. It got warm, we went outside, and X wanted his outside toys. It got warm, we went outside, X wanted his toys, and he need help. It got warm, we went outside, X wanted his toys, he needed help, and I helped him. I helped him, and Tommy died. Yup, that's how it went down. See, Tommy was my piggy bank. He was a good piggy bank and he held lots of coins (and one two-dollar bill). The worst part about it was the picking up all that change (and finding something big enough to store it all in).
I took some pictures of the macabre scene, but, in what can only be called tragic, my computer broke too! It appears that my hard drive has kicked the bucket. So, as soon as I'm able to get that up and running I'll post some pictures of Tommy as he was and of Tommy as he is (or I guess was later, since he's been cleaned up now and all).
2 Comments:
Your kidding right? No more Tommy? I feel so bad! I almost asked if we should bring Tommy in. NO!!!!!!!
The Fat Man
I swear I have nothing to do with either death!
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