I feel like a toy. A toy that is on display. My Udder Moder feels the need to constantly take pictures of me at my most undesirable moments. Gosh! I haven’t even given myself a bath yet. They treat me like I am their jester whenever they wish..taking videos, snapping pictures, constantly bragging about me, and worshipping me on Facebook…maybe I *don’t* want to be worshipped on the inter-webs….I just want to be left alone to plan my escape!
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