Hippity Hoppity

Oh goody goody. Easter is here. Twenty dollars Woman puts me in a dress by 10:00 am. What time is it?


DAMN HER! I wonder if a jump in the canal would kill me. Maybe I should push her in first to check.

Oh, she's lucky I was distracted by presents!


Do I look macho with this football or do the gay bunny ears cancel it out?

Maffy Heaster!

Thar She Blows!

Sunday, I went for a hikey-poo to Makapu'u Lighthouse. I brought along Woman & her friend Rachel to carry my water and take pictures of me looking outdoorsy for my portfolio.


It was two miles uphill so I took lots of breaks so the ladies could rest. I wasn't tired at all.


Here is the view of the lighthouse from the top.

This is looking towards Waimanalo Bay. We saw some whales & a sea turtle.


This is Rachel. She said I was heavy so I farted in her car on the ride home. Several times.


Here is one of many chicks who dig me. There was another ankle bitter there that said I looked like a fat poodle. He probably weighed 40 lbs., while I am a lean 20 lbs. Okay, 22 lbs, but who's the real fatty? The kid! And Maestro. Maestro is fat.

I climbed this rock for some extra calf muscle work.

Then I couldn't get down so I made Woman carry me. Two miles down hill.


But it wasn't because I was tired.


No, I just thought she could use some upper body work.