9:13 am:
Momma: “What doin’, Skittyboo? What it do?”
Spanky: “Nothin’.”
11:22 am:
Momma: “What doin’, Skittyboo? What it do?”
Spanky: “NOTH. ING.”
Momma: “What doin, Skittyboo?”
Spanky: “WHAT DO YOU THINK I’M DOING? DO I APPEAR TO BE LUNCHING WITH KIM KARDASHIAN AND DISCUSSING HER PLANS FOR HEALTH CARE? AM I SAVING A SMALL CHILD FROM A BURNING BUILDING? DO I LOOK LIKE I’M GIVING A PRESENTATION TO THE NATIONAL ACADEMY OF SCIENCE ABOUT STRING THEORY? I AM DOING NOTHING. NOTHING. NOTH. ING. I AM STROLLING AROUND THE BACK YARD TRYING TO ENJOY THE DAY AND YOU KEEP BABBLING NONSENSE AT ME, DEMANDING TO KNOW WHAT I’M DOING. DO YOU NOT HAVE ENOUGH TO DO? DO I NEED TO FIND SOMETHING FOR YOU TO DO? SHALL I WORK UP A MULTIPLE ROOM POOPING SPREE? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? WHAT? WHAT? NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY MISTER BOOGERS KEEPS TRYING TO RUN AWAY, IT’S TO ESCAPE THE CONTINUAL “What doin’? What doin’? What doin’?” LEAVE ME ALONE!”
1:38 pm:
Momma: “What doin’, Skittyboo? What it do?”
Spanky: ::sigh::
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Previously
2007: The first round of Hellcats were unfortunately faster and meaner than we expected.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.