You can shove yer peppermint shit up your sore ass!!!

Mommy and Aunt Tiff have been trying to steal my record in the house for the Queen Pooper and Queen Vomiter this week. Damn them and their stomach flu! Nobody gave two shits (well, actually, they did) about my own record-setting poop and vomit festivals this week, because they were too busy voiding their internal human organs all the damn time. And it was amazing how they took turns, too. But they seem to be all better, which is good because I can focus solely on my own excrement now. Wheee!!!

But Mommy's gotta stop trying to feed me that nasty pink peppermint shit that made her feel better. I do NOT like it and I do NOT wish to stop pooping like a madwoman! Unlike her, I do not HAVE to leave the house to go to work. I don't mind interrupting a nap for a poop break. Doesn't bother me one bit. Watch me barf up that pink shit, and THEN she'll quit trying to feed it to me!!!