he just wanted to let everyone know. scribble has been subsisting on a diet of hot chocolate and shivering. in fact, he is relatively certain that he has been drinking so much swiss miss that he could urinate pure cocoa for a fortnight. no matter how many layers of coats i bring him to put on, it seems to do nothing to deter his complaining about feeling like he's in the frozen foods aisle, like so many of his distant relatives. i have, tactfully, asked why his 853 pounds of fish fat aren't keeping him warm. he assures me that, despite his size, he is slender for a sea creature. somehow, i doubt this.
scribble wants to move to the caribbean. i think he would too, if it weren't for his utter fear, ocd like phobia, and general distaste for hurricanes.
also, scribble, and any other sane individuals out there, does not care about tiger woods. at all.
AT ALL. if he so much as hears his name one more forsaken time, scribble will curse the sport of golf and make the masters an even more unwatchable mess. do not test him.
scribble is cold and annoyed. all hail our supreme babysitter.
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