On to the MESSSSSS! Yeah, the house had been filled with dead grass strands, all over. In the kitchen, the living room, on the couch, and even in the bed, YUCK! The lady gripes us out and brushes us every time we come in. I hate that, and I say, BRUSH REILLY! Look, he's the one bringing in the crap, NOT ME. and here is my proof:
Nope, you don't, so I rest my case, I am not the one bringing in the crap, so STOP BRUSHING ME!