A Violent Dinner

Apparently my peeps are having some of their peeps over for some sort of ritual turkey killing event. Jaime isn't going to partake in the "violent" food. I guess that means the mashed potatoes are out.

I had a bath today. Man! I had been cultivating my distinctive aroma for a few weeks! I had a deal with CK9 to bottle my sexy scent so human men could become the sexy chick magnet I am. But nooooo. Apparently the people coming over tomorrow like nicely scented dogs. Man, they don't know what they are missing.

Hobie, out!