Frank Allan Worries
I am getting worried about Frank Allan. I had to eat 17 bowls of Count Chocula to calm me down, and trust me, normally 3 or four will put me in a daze. Frank Allan's been gone for a day now at the hospital.
I was so worried I couldn't get a thing done at work. I played about 50 rounds of solitare- 50 rounds- before I got my first win. I think Joe could tell I was a little distracted because he said something unusual like "Why the hell arn't you wearing pants?" or something weird like that. I'm glad Joe's concerned about me, but it just didn't help my anxiety pains.
The only thing that could calm me down was thinking about how I got Frank Allan in the first place. I remember the day clearly...
It was a hot summer's day in the middle of June when I was minding my own buisness moonwalking down the street. I had heard somewhere that moonwalking was considered cool, and since I am one of the coolest people I know (besides Pablo) I decided I needed to mookwalk too. It took me a while to stop running off the sidewalk and into angry (VERY ANGRY) truck drivers and the occasional old lady before I mastered it, but in no time I was practically Micheal Jackson, only actually white! So any way, I was moonwalking down the street when I saw a box. But not any box. A cardboard box. But not any cardboard box, a cardboar box with cute puppies! And not just cute puppies: FREE cute puppies! I figured most puppies costed money, so I was in for a STEAL of a deal here. Each one was a adorable and as soon as I looked into the eyes of a pretty little beagle, I instantly new that it was mine. I knew right then: he was Frank Allan. It was like we were bonded right then and there, to be friends to the end.
However, I later found out that that puppy was already being taken. So I had to settle for the not-so-cute looking beagle next to it. I decided to stick with the name Frank Allan, named after Frankenstin my second favorite movie and after someone named Allan.
Ah, that was a great day. But now I'm worried about him. What could possibly take more than a day at the vet? I hope they call me soon. I've gone through 4 boxes of Count Chocula already, and even the Count himself would have a hard time downing that in a day.
Catch you later,
Bernard Mcarthy
I was so worried I couldn't get a thing done at work. I played about 50 rounds of solitare- 50 rounds- before I got my first win. I think Joe could tell I was a little distracted because he said something unusual like "Why the hell arn't you wearing pants?" or something weird like that. I'm glad Joe's concerned about me, but it just didn't help my anxiety pains.
The only thing that could calm me down was thinking about how I got Frank Allan in the first place. I remember the day clearly...
It was a hot summer's day in the middle of June when I was minding my own buisness moonwalking down the street. I had heard somewhere that moonwalking was considered cool, and since I am one of the coolest people I know (besides Pablo) I decided I needed to mookwalk too. It took me a while to stop running off the sidewalk and into angry (VERY ANGRY) truck drivers and the occasional old lady before I mastered it, but in no time I was practically Micheal Jackson, only actually white! So any way, I was moonwalking down the street when I saw a box. But not any box. A cardboard box. But not any cardboard box, a cardboar box with cute puppies! And not just cute puppies: FREE cute puppies! I figured most puppies costed money, so I was in for a STEAL of a deal here. Each one was a adorable and as soon as I looked into the eyes of a pretty little beagle, I instantly new that it was mine. I knew right then: he was Frank Allan. It was like we were bonded right then and there, to be friends to the end.
However, I later found out that that puppy was already being taken. So I had to settle for the not-so-cute looking beagle next to it. I decided to stick with the name Frank Allan, named after Frankenstin my second favorite movie and after someone named Allan.
Ah, that was a great day. But now I'm worried about him. What could possibly take more than a day at the vet? I hope they call me soon. I've gone through 4 boxes of Count Chocula already, and even the Count himself would have a hard time downing that in a day.
Catch you later,
Bernard Mcarthy
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