the little dachshund gleefully told his mom as he turned around, “sure i can twirly twirl my tail like a piggy pig pig. see?” but just as his mom’s eyes started to focus on the magnificent twirling of his tail, a giant foofie cloud burst from his tiny tushie, enveloping his mother in a soup of noxious gases, and rendering his mother unconscious. “hee hee, whoopsie,” the little dachshund said out loud before remembering his mother would not hear it. well, he thought to himself as he sniffed abd analyzed the air. based on how smelly my foofie was, mom will be out for at least an hour. maybe now might be a good time to try making lemony basil goopy goop cuppycakes for me and duk duk’s tgidiscofriday party tonitey nite! :)
3 comments:
The Ferocious Wolf is the Foofie Master!
Wow! Impressive, Baxter! Can you show me how to do that? Slurps, Harley.
Well done Baxter, my two boys can clear a room in a matter of seconds also! Tell mom poop happens and you have no control of the exhaust system.
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