Still in writing break mode. Have another silly movie post from years ago. I’m lazy…
“I don’t know what to think of this project Minion’s taken on. Is she in need mental aid?” the Stegosaurus wondered. “After last week’s crazy Aussie innkeeper killers, I think I’d rather be deaf than listen to more ham acting. No offense.”
“None could possibly be taken,” Cow replied, feeling pained. “Ham comes from pigs.”
Minion always came home from work with several DVDs and Cow was tired of hearing Stegosaurus grumble about the quality of them. She didn’t like Minion’s taste in entertainment either, but it did no good to complain. And besides, what could they do about it anyway? They were squeaky toys Minion picked up at a Dollar store for goodness’ sake.
“So, what is it this time?” asked Stegasaurus.
“Why do you even ask me?” Cow replied, testily. “You know I can’t read.”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” Stegosaurus said without a hint of sincerity. “You know…
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