It always begins very innocently.
I bring the Boneless Wonder into the kitchen and . . .
ask sweetly, "Do you wanna play?"
Then Pinky is dangled in my face.
I like Pinky. I wanna sniff and kiss her, but then . . .
the urge to cause some serious damage overwhelms me!
And suddenly I remember it's Mayhem Monday!
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
I manage a decent grip . . .
give Pinky a first-class shake . . .
and try to rip her head right off!
What am I doing?
Have I lost my mind?
I love Pinky.
Hmm . . . seems there's something else looking for trouble.
Ha! It's Tiger Tim.
Get over here, you, and prepare to meet your maker.
Don't you hate when this happens?