Meet Frank…

He is my best friend/pet marmot. He has a bad attitude. But he does guide me through life; stops me from making bad life decisions. He is awesome.

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~ by eddie on August 20, 2010.

2 Responses to “Meet Frank…”

  1. Dear Frank,

    I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for watching over me the other night. I know, I shouldn’t wander around Wrigleyville by myself at night, especially after a Cubs game, but I had no choice. Thank you for making yourself invisible and escorting me home. And thanks for tripping that guy. You know the one.
    Hugs and kisses,
    Redbreast

  2. Think nothing of it, Redbreast – it’s what I do; I look out for friends of Eddie. He didn’t really need me that night – he was drunk, snoring on the couch wearing just his Union Jack thong. Not a pretty sight. He’d mentioned you’d be in Wrigleyville, so I took a walk up there. Man, what a crap-hole that place is! I’m glad I don’t have to hang out there every night. Makes sitting at home with Eddie in his skimpy undies seem like a pleasant experience. At least he has whiskey.

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