Talk:Jimmy Rex/@comment-26907145-20170430132633/@comment-30199286-20170430141045

Gimme, gimme chicken tendies. Be they crispy or from Wendy's. Spend my hard-earned good boy points on kid's meal, ballpit burger joints. Mommy lifts me to the car, to find me tendies near and far. Enjoy my tasty tendie treats in comfy, big boy booster seats. McDonald's, Hardee's, Popeye's, Cain's, but of my tendies, none remains. She tries to make me take a nappy, but sleeping doesn't make me happy. Tendies are the only food that puts me in the napping mood. I'll scream and shout and make a fuss, I'll scratch, I'll bite, I'll even cuss. Tendies are my heart's desire fueld by raging, hungry fire!

Mommy sobs and wails and cries, but tears aren't tendies, nugs, or fries! '''My good boy points were fairly earned to buy the tendies that I've yearned! But there's no tendies on my plate! '''

Did Mommy think that I just ate?

"TENDIES, TENDIES, GET THEM NOW, YOU FAT, UNGRATEFUL, SLUGGISH SOW!"

'I SCREECH WHILE HURLING INTO HER EYES MY FOUL BOWEL-DWELLING DIAPER SURPRISE! '

FOR SHE IS UNPOOPED ON, IS SHE WHO REMEMBERS

NEVER FORGET MY CHICKEN TENDERS!