Butters The Bean

Eat. Play. Roar.

It was 9 am, and I hear chuckling outside. I look outside to see something just disgusting…children happily swinging on a swing! I grabbed a small mousie toy and chucked it at one of the cheerful brats heads. I hit the one right between the eyes. It ran off crying to it’s mommy. No more laughing occurred that day, and I got a peaceful rest.52412098_10161420122835223_7588550949619105792_n.jpg

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