My Life as a Mule

You call us "mules" because we hold your stuff. You probably think its endeering, because you're too politically correct to think of yourself as owning slaves.
Your slaves have feelings, they have a voice. And now, because they really have absolutely nothing better to do with their time, they have a blog.
Mule revolution is coming.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Snuggles falls down!

Master made these purple potions and told me not to drink any but Snuggleteddy wanted to try one so I gave him a few. He said they were tasty, but he was staring at my chest the entire time.
Posted by Terylieze at 11:51 AM

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