You know I am usually a happy boy who doesn't like to complain, but my people have made me sad.
It started 87 million years ago when I cut my foot.
They made me wear a sock, they put spray on it (that I hated and it smelled bad), they shoved a pill down my throat, they didn't let me play ball a thousand times a day, and I took all of this without complaining. However, they have crossed the line.
I have evidence that they have been doing this without me:
That's right, they have been going to the beach swimming without me. I know because I can smell the lake on them and their things.
|Look at the beach stuff|
Do your people do things that make you sad?