Last week, Mom realized I'd managed to sneak some small brown, hopping party mates past her security check points. She calls them fleas -- I call them friends!
This resulted in a number of unfortunate events. First, she confiscated the party palace - ie, my old, comfy, stinky, stained, mostfavoritebestest bed in the entire world - and replaced it with an (admittedly) comfier bed with a removable cover that can be (gasp!!!).... WASHED. But hey, at least it wasn't me getting the wash. Right? Right.....????
Wrong.
Her next move consisted of having some hired thugs hold me down, suds me up with some anti-party soap, and chop off my long rocker locks. Not cool, Mom.
Not. Cool. At. All.
So far, it seems like she stopped the party... for now. So, I thought I'd put together a party playlist in honor of the occasion:
1. Fleas Remember Me - Tim McGraw
2. Fleas, Please! - Snoop Dog (<-- obviously, I'm a HUGE fan of the Dog)
3. Fleas, Go Home - The Rolling Stones (<-- my Mom's favorite song on this playlist)
4. Fleas Don't Die - Robbie Williams
5. Fleas, Forgive Me - Bryan Adams
6. Baby, Fleas Don't Go - Aerosmith
7. Fleas, Fleas, Fleas... Let Me Get What I Want - The Smiths
8. Can You Fleas Crawl Out Your Window? - Bob Dylan
9. Fleas Stay - Kylie Minogue
10..... and the classic family favorite: My Dog Has Fleas!
| Pouting on my new (clean.... blech!) bed |
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