He Is THAT Screwed Up!
Oh, how I love him.
He doesn’t vacuum, he takes the vacuum cleaner for a walk. He also talks to his vacuum cleaner, which I picked up and now I do it, too. ‚Good boy, good boy. Yes, we’re going for a walk now. There’s plenty for you to eat in the living room, ‚cause, you know, Jamie ate there.‘
He also talks to his bass. His bass faces the television, so that, you know, he isn’t bored when nobody plays with him. Better yet, the bass can talk back. Or it’s me playing single notes. The lowermost site is him growling. ‚What’s up, baby? Aren’t you happy? Yes, somebody will play with you VERY soon. Stop growling, now, stop growling.‘
Strum.