Thursday, June 5, 2008

Winchester Pouts

Oh, there you are. Would you help me with this box? I can't lift it by myself.


I said, will you help me?


Winchester, what's the matter with you?

I'm not speaking to you.

You just did. Hee-hee.

You know what I mean. I'm mad at you for going away this summer.

I promise to call you every week.

You don't have fingers. How are you going to dial the phone?

The Writer will dial it for me. Okay? Are we friends now?

Go away. I'm not speaking to you.

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