I am going to blog about Sean, and we have decided that he will insert random comments at the appropriate junctures.
Sean is male. Just for the record. He also just looked at me strangely. What? I just wanted to inform my very small audience that this Sean is male. You’ve never heard of a female named Sean? Are you kidding me? They’re all over the place! (You’re being ridiculous.) (You really are.) Why, just the other day… no, wait, you can’t disbelieve me when I haven’t even finished my story. Wait, what? Why are you walking away already??? No, stay, stay, please!!!
Dammit.
(You like to argue with yourself, don’t you? Don’t you? DON’T YOU?)
Sean is now saying “Bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy” very fast in a little kid voice. Now he’s doing it very slowly. Dammit, Sean, shut up so I can blog. Now he’s making sad sounds.
I think he wants strawberries. He wants me to say ‘strawberries’ in a little voice. He’s saying it enough for the both of us. SHUT UP!!!
I’m not sure that he’s really as tired as he claims. I think he’s finished saying things of worth and has moved on to things of tastiness. (That is quite wude. That is vewy wude. Why aw you being wude to me? I like the wood wude. You waugh funny.)
I don’t think he’s had enough sleep.
So concludes my post about Sean. (I don’t need no sweep.)