NO, he's not a toy to be passed around! He loves it living with me..
eventhough my parents almost broke him.
I left him out in the living room for a day.. i come back at night.. he's folded in half and the voice thing is ripped off.
i almost flipped.
Because there's a motion sensor.. everytime you walk past it .. he goes " RED STRIPE! It's BEER! HOORAY BEER! Official beer of jamaiacan independance day"
so after the 23423 time my dad walked passed it.. he had enough.
hahah
it's so soothing to hear his voice in the morning though..
eventhough sometimes you're like " what the fluffynutter is that"
then you remember 'oh it's rasta he's so cool'
Dear Ty,
if your cardboard cut out (yes I said it- time to face the facts) is speaking to you, I think you should have a nice long talk with Jehovah.
deeply concerned,
ORIGNINAL SNOB
LOL!!!
ROFL
this is not good, I'm gonna get in trouble for rolling around the office laughing...and rug burn ouch!
of course he's not a toy! C'mon, I'll row you out all tight and mess and then can I snag him for an afternoon? I promise, I won't bend him...well I don't know if I could resist.