Fake Samuel

I've been catching up on past issues of "Medical Economics," a journal that the Father gets and throws away after coloring on all the pages. I figure I'm gonna need it someday, to get him out of some royal financial mess he's gotten himself into.

Listen, about that pineapple video , I know my speech is kinda slurred, my responses are a little delayed, and it probably would come out at some point in the futures so let me just get it out in the open- yes: I was drunk when that video was made. Trust me - If you had to listen to stupid questions all day from The Folks you'd be hitting the sauce pretty hard too. "What are you eating?" "Are you poopy?" "What letter is this?" Sheesh its annoying. Anyhoo.

So like the rest of the country I'm waiting for my economic stimulus check. I'm planning on putting a down payment on a new crib as I barely get any sleep in this one. The Folks seems to think I wake up hungry or poopy every time I'm up at 4:30, cause they're always shoving a bottle in my face or shoving my butt in their face (which I love by the way). In reality its this mattress. Horrible. Anyhoo, I'm getting a memory foam mattress, you know that stuff invented by the astronauts when they were doing mattress research on the space shuttle all those years. Good night. For now.

The Father has this great 'Tarr that he pulls out once in a while to amuse me with. I've tested it out myself and I have a few thoughts. 1. A bit large. They could shrink this thing a bit I think. 2. Music? Not when he plays. And the playing style that he employs, this "Nice" method, its very outdated. I'm all for playing, but I don't really want to be limited by having to always play "Nice". 3. Bye Bye Tarr. Done. Oh oh oh wait, I wasn't done. Ok, Buh Bye. 2 strums up.