triple sow cow

-bitch... what am i to do with bitch. bitch is not a gymnist nor an acrobatic. he is bitch. he complains that i do not refer to him as dave. there ya go dave... your moment of shining brightness... he is DAVE. but lets get back to bitch. last night i was working at theGAPland doing my denim thang and on my break i decided to call bitch since i knew he was at home with my bottle of rum and i wanted to call and check in to ensure that rum has not 'dissappeared'. i call... no answer. i decided to be annoying and called again... no answer. i called again this time it is answered by bitch whining about his foot. apparently after the second call he got up to grab the phone and ran and jumped over a pile of laundry and landed on an alarm clock hiding under some dirty towels. i thought nothing of it and he just whined a bit and ya. so i go home after work he is still hurt. we go to bed he is still in pain and this morning still more pain. he is now at St. Pauls emergency awaiting results of a xray on his foot but apparently he has fractured some lil funky bone and they might need to do surgery. poor bitch. i just got a text message from him that said "I DONT WANT SURGERY <3"... poor bitch...i hope he realizes this does not mean i have to pamper his ass... foot or no foot i want my coffee in the morning!!@#!