Who is Faster?
Sissy is unquestionably longer.
And has the ability to change directions.
And she can occasionally defy gravity.
But I've got a secret weapon--my jet propulsion ears!
And my jetpack jowls.
And a grin that could stop anybody.
Don't let this picture fool you. I LET her get away from me. And also, I swear my sissy was named in the Mitchell report on performance enhancing drugs. She borrowed HGH from all those Yankees or else she'd have legs like mine.
Labels: ethel, play, poor Wally, Wally
posted by wally @ 5:52 AM
9 Comments:
Well we don't think Ethel is on HGH we do believe that you let her get in front of you.
It's all about genetics and not steroids when it comes to Ethel!!! And why do you need to rush around anyway...let her run like crazy!
lots of Licks, Ruby
I think that Ethel is Ethel and no amount of HGH would make her any different. I agree with Ruby. Why do you try to keep up with her? Exercise is good, but we all know who has the superior brainable matter. (Thanks to Area 51, I am sure.)
I think it's nice that you let your sissy win.
Ike
girls get all crabby if they lose anyway, so you are just doing yourself a favor!
Wally, I think its not HGH. Its just a natural thing! Maybe you are not the fastest but sure you are better in many other ways!
Have a good night
Lorenza
Nobody has legs like you, Wally Corgador!! You are one in a bazillion and you are just cool beans.
(But if it makes you feel better, we could dust Ethel with one leg tied behind our back. Just don't tell her because she's big and hairy and we're runners not fighters.)
butt sniffs-
the whippet waggle
I can't believe I can even SEE you in those pictures. Your Ma Ape must have a very powerful camera to catch such high speed shots.
Never a bad idea to let the Sisters win...
Sherman
Woober Boy!
I'd think twice before I outed what I thought were my sissy's secrets, if I were you. My guess is you've got a few of your own you wouldn't want floating in the blogosphere.
On the other paw, your jet propulsion system and super sonic jowls are things I've admired about you before, but never understood. Good of you, then, to let Ethel win your races so often.
Goober love & smooches for Ethel only,
Stanley
Beware the sissy scorned!
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