My Ass

My ass is killing me.

No, no, no my silly flock, not because of the Sambal Oelek that I added to my curry last night.

 My donkey, Bertie, whom I purchased not one week ago.

He likes to snuggle on the bed between Brigitte and me and he doesn't fit in the elevator so we have to take the eight flights of stairs every time we go for his walk. And he insists on going in the car every time we go out. If I refuse him, he kicks me.

My Ass

It's downright killing me. Silly ass. Brigitte, what made you think that he'd make a great Halloween decoration? I mean, honestly.