talk about dysfunctional. there are 8 members in this family. 2 won't sit. 1 won't share. 1 doesn't get enough sun. 2 tear at each other on sight. the woman won't stop. the man has no clue. welcome to my family.
you know the kind of girl always stiffed with the responsibility of picking up after everyone just because she is the oldest? well, that's me. i take my job seriously. i make them lick up their own stinking spills. my name is Rosie.
you know the kind of girl that gets by on the back of the queenest bee in town? that's me. call me pawlick, sidekick, genius... move it, i just called dibs on that sun spot, honey. my name is Tooty.
i may look like the hell angel's spawn but i am really the guy that bawled when Kenny with his newfound confidence was rescued from the trunk of his le car and whisked off for a romantic picnic in the wine country by his burly car-mechanic rescuer. my name is Bak Bak.
i stand out from this motley crowd and that makes the rest kind of jealous. it's really not my fault i am born big round and bring purrsexy back. i feel bad for them you know? just a little. Take em' to the bridge. (Go 'head be gone with it). my name is Fruity.
we itch and we scratch to leap wide and jump high. wood, grill, glass and flesh are all equal in this urban terrain. we are butch and sundance, starsky and hutch, rodgers & hammerstein. you best call us Blackie and Chaplin.
Rosie, Tooty, Suede and Blackie take karma out for a spin.