MARISA
I always thought Marisa was beautiful so when I saw her running on the grass NEXT to the jogging path instead of ON it even though the sign that said KEEP OFF THE GRASS was perfectly clear, I knew it was my responsibility as a citizen to lock her in my refrigerator and to try to drill it into her pretty little head that KEEP OFF THE GRASS means KEEP OFF THE GRASS. I mean, if everyone ignores these things: COMPLETE ANARCHY. I pay my taxes.
Above: Marisa unconscious. It's nice to be able to take out my earplugs for a little while.
Since I was already lecturing her about not jogging on the grass (I don't think she understood why I thought it was such a big deal), I decided to lecture her about the dangers of jogging alone (that, I think she got).
When I brought her into my place, she had on some really nice, really expensive jogging shoes. I put them up for sale on eBay cause I'm saving up for a new shovel. Until I get that shovel, I'm pretty psyched to have her locked up in my home. Wouldn't you be?
