Yo everybody! Reznor here to tell you what’s up with my home boy Drake. Yo, so I took his toys but he’s got a lot of toys….boxes full of them. Soft animals, plastic balls, Kongs, ropes, frisbees in many forms of destruction. Between yous and me, the kid is a spoiled turd. Dey should take his stud card away from him because below all that tough, alpha bravado, he’s nutting but a stuffed-animal cuddling momma’s boy! Yea, I’m just fooling you! He’s my cous so I gots his back. We play hard when weeze together and we tug and tug on those braided ropes until we’re exhausted! Don’t tell the dope but I let him win so he don’t go crying to his da da and get me in deep trouble with my ma, Katie.
Yo, funny story goes as one time my Granddad Doug was throwing the kong to us and we was chasing it down trying to outrun each other. My grandma was standing there too reading a book absorbed in the story while we played catch. Some say it was an accident but I maintain Granddad did it deliberately when he threw the kong over grandma’s head and it landed directly behind her. See da problem is Drake and I were so focused on out racing the other that we just failed to see her standing there. Bam! We plowed over her sending her to the ground as the book fell closed and her glasses went flying. Just for the record, I beat him to the kong that day! From front to back is Hadley, Drake, Dazey and Reznor
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