when i die...

i wanna come back as mr g

bag

o

bones

knock three times on the ceiling if you want me

...twice on the pipe, if the answer is no.

 i <3: day tres

mr g's state of high alert...

especially when it comes to the toilet flush

gone are the days of using the facilities in peace

mr g is obsessed with all things bathroom

he literally goes crazy if he doesn't get in to inspect the toilet flush
and i don't even want to get started on bath time!

ah, well, i guess its a good thing i find this highly entertaining...if not, mucho peculiar 

i just love that kit-kat

i never wanted anything from you...

except everything you had and what was left after that too.

this is what a stroll with my

mr g

looks like

on a gorgeous day

in the hood

he's all business, and wants nothing to do with my kisses...also, check out that "stank face"

ok, who am i kidding...

it was more like a stroll down the side of the house

details people, details... :)

what's new pussycat...

woah, woah!

a conversation with

gilbert peppercorn esquire...the third

she: mr g! do not scritch on eunice, she does not like it

he: mrrr

she: mr g! i mean it, leave that dress form alone

he: maaarrrrwwww

she: come here mr g...

he: moooaw

she: you CAN give me a kiss

he: mrrrr

just another day in the neighborhood y'all