PAC-P.U. :)

 



whoa, duk duk, do i look fuzzy 2 u? because i sure feel fuzzy. but at least that is all over, and the tushie man's lady was supercool enough to send us some pictures of my procedures. speaking of which...

 i am thinking maybe we find out where the tushie man got his gas mask and his gas from bc let me tell u, that stuff really knocks u out like u would not believe.  better than monkey chow chili foofies and kitty poop tarts combined.  but unfortunately it does not smell nearly as bad so u know, it would not be nearly as fun.

 








what's that? yeah, i do not know, duk duk. i would tell u more about what happened, but really, i have no idea. except, sheesh, i woke up and there no flaming bunny tattoo...

but the tushie man did give me some super cool dissolving stitches from the cyst he removed.

and mom does not think so, but  i am pretty sure i might be getting a gold pirate tooth from where tushie man took out my loose one. and if not, well, at least if i try hard enough, i bet i can probably whistle all on my own now. i might not like him poking around my u know what, but duk duk, i have to say, i do like my tushie man and the tushie man's lady a LOT.

boy, the tushie man was right, this sleepy stuff does wear off pretty fast. quick duk duk, help me practice my pitiful groggy face before i forget how to make it...  










hee hee, this face already got me a big bowl of chunky chick-- um, chunky water,  and i bet if we play our cards right, it can get us at least eleventy five bags of gummy worms too!! :) :)