Friday, June 7, 2013
So, the chicken foot has not come up or out or me yet. My human is a little worried but I think I'm fine. So fine that I could eat another ten chicken feet. In my sleep. Easy. Especially after asking Google what it means to be a blender.
That's what my human called me. A blender.
It's why I got to eat a bigger chicken foot than Dutch even though he's three times bigger than me. It's also why I'm not worried about swallowing some stupid little foot without chewing - or anything else I can fit in my mouth whole. Because I now know what blenders can do.
Blenders eat feet, no problem:
They can also eat iphones:
Blenders can even eat that Justin kid.
But don't tell Dutch. He's a wuss, not a blender.