I have a story. It's about our hallway and how it became filled with Dictator turds. It's pure awesomeness.
Doesn't that look like a cozy, inviting place to hang out during this beloved Christmas season?
So, that's the story of my turd-filled hallway, which helped contribute to my already horrid Grinchy Christmas attitude.
As for The Dictator...well, I tried being mad at him. I really did. I was all, "Dictator middle name last name!" and then he looked at me like thisand I turned all mushy, sniffled, and walked away.
It's just a turd-filled carpet, after all.