HE SHITS ON POSTS AT HOME, TOO !

You see? My Morkie even shits on posts at home ! In fact, I cant get him away from Usenet long enough to make him go to the outhouse, so he drops his doo-doo on a newspaper I keep beside his chair.
One thing my Morkie will never be, and that is constipated. In fact, if your anus was as stretched as his...but that's another story and I'm talking out of class. Shame on me.
I have to go to Temple now. Today's guest speaker is an Ayatollah from Iran who is bringing us a surprise package.

THIS IS MY BABY HUSBAND WHO CRIES A LOT

This is my crybaby hubby, Mrak. He's been on a nonstop whining session since Dloyd captured his blog. If he doesn't stop crying soon, he's going to have to stay home while I go to the Magical Temple to bray at the moon.
Why, I never thought I'd live to see the day when a grown man would cry so much! It is depressing to think that he can be so immature at times. Can you believe that he even cries himself to sleep some nights?

This reminds me. While in town I best buy some new diapers. He's already dirtied all we own.

I MARRIED A KOOK !!!

I married Mrak Mrogan. Well, not really.
We just made believe and said our make-believe vows in the local Sherwood Forest. Friar Tuck recited our vows and Robin Hood violated Maid Marion while Mark and I watched. The display got my bisexual juices flowing and I didn't know which way to turn because I wanted a piece of Maid Marion for myself.
I set a fine table, with Mead and Merry Men all around. My Mrak is a Merry Man and sometimes is even gay. I like my Knights, but only in a platonic sort of way. A liter of fine Mead can make men like my Mark look somewhat passable when midnight rolls around.
Two liters of Mead can make even the plainest of women such as myself look good...and my darling Mrak knows how that works but I won't let him touch me until he gets a blood test.