Bad Laydee says dat Fryday is a big day for us threee. Shee says its the day dat Iy has to go outsied.
Wy Bad Man, wy?
|Dis my wy face|
And shee aslo
attakd atakked jumped on mee wif meny bites.
And it o.k. if you takes Mylow to outsied. Hee looks nise,
but hees rellee
But mee? Iys not liek dat. Iys a guud boy. Shur Iy doos plaey wif my bruddur and sistur,
But dey mayked me doo it. Iy not liek it so much.
Yoo nowe wut I liek? Sleeeping. I liek sleeeping, and den yoo not nowe Iym eeven arownd.
Iy eeven sleeep wif peeples aslo.
And Iy not
And Iy still neeed mye mama aslo.
Bad Laydee says we gots a bond, Bad Man. Mebee its caus Iy sits wif hur wen she yooses the majik bocks.
|Reelee Iy jus lookin owt the windoe|
Mebee its caus Iy clime up hur pantses to saye heyo evury day.
|Iys comin bak doewn|
|Ugh! Dis camra is to clos to mye face!|
.....But prolly not.
|Dats beddur. 'S hard to taek piktchurs of meeself|
Dats all Iy has to saey, Bad Man. 'Cept Iy luv yoo.
|Dis is aslo mye Iy luv yoo face|