My Name is Jackaroo.: What is this, dress up?
I roll outta bed, and I'm like, "Well, I'm dressed. Let's get going." Instead, I've got to stand around and watch them put on three layers of socks, weird things on their hands Inka calls "loves." And then they put on "hats" which is weird because the one place on their bodies I know they have fur, they cover it. Weird they are. I didn't think so. I've got a reputation to uphold. Just the other day some random dude was like, "Wow. What kind of dog is that? OK well, we'll see if the neighbors can handle me.
My Name is Jackaroo.: February 2013
Oops Where did that come from. No really. Everything's grand. Nothing's wrong. Right? Crap Fine. You've got me. Things are, well, challenging. That's how Elle puts it. Abe says it's *bleeped* up. Elle has always been the more diplomatic of the two, Pearl says. I've only been around these guys for two years so how would I know? Anyway, me and Inka are buds. See? Pearl well. She's not happy. But you know? How can you not be with this? She gets to sit on the couch? What am I, chopped liver? It's "Get me the...