I visited Hollywood once, and I was appalled that I didn’t see my name on the walk of fame. Like, do they not know who I am?! I took the matter into my own paws and scratched out Mr. Jones to write in my name. I got the worker dirty with my paws, but he can now sell that sweatshirt for millions saying that I gave him a pawograph. You’re welcome sir!
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U go Butters!
Good job Butters! I’d love your pawagraph 🐾❤