You know, you think you know someone. Mary-Michelle-Ashley-Kate-Tanner-Gibbler-Olsen was taking a munchkin-like walk the other day in 90 degree New York City with her new dog, a French Bulldog puppy, who is definitely not Comet. How rude!
Seriously, she better have thrown her popsicle stick bird house on the kitchen floor the way she did when she heard Papouli died, after Comet peaced-out of her life. I mean, that friggin dog gave her some of the best years of her life and this is how she repays him? Like this!?
You know what, Michelle? I’m pissed. That dumb dog was going to teach me a great dance that I could show off to my class just like Papouli was going to teach you. And you know what else? Uncle Jesse isn’t here to step in and save the day for me like he did you. And you know what else? Oopa! That’s what else. I tell ya, 2 bitches. Geesh.
