[no-to-illegals]

Mama seems to be doing fine. It's a miracle. Papa poured some shine down her throat, rubbed some of that marygwanna on her and Mama is back with us. It's a good thing I didn't get into the shine this morning. Mama, she has her rules. Don't worry ArGee I won't tell Mama you been in the shine. It will our secret. I'm gonna have to go. Papa is drinking and about to call Junior on me. Papa says we gonna go get that groundhog. If Papa calls Junior there will be less shine for me this evening. East bound and down.

[ArGee]

I washn’t in zhe shine, hhonesht inshun! I wash in zhe bed bugsh rapellant.