NOTHING...

...tickles me more than pics of happy "babies" opening "comfort paks"!
Meet Joshua. I call him "Neezer" tho. That boy is so tight with a dollar, he squeaks when he walks!
There are down-sides to 'adoptin' these critters. You get close to em, worry 'bout em, fuss over em like they are your "own".
I was chattin' and cammin' with "Neezer" one day, when all of a sudden, his cam SHOOK! All I saw was boots, and soldiers scurrin' around, and one dood in nothin' but shower shoes and a towel! The room emptied.
WHISKEY, TANGO, FOXTROT??!!
So then I sit, and wait, gnawin' on my toenails, waitn' for what comes next....and in saunters "Neezer".
Me: "What tha FUCK was THAT?"
Him: "Oh, we got mortared. What cha cookin' for dinner, hot "momma"?
Geesh.
'Scuse me while I go diggin' for the thong string betwixt my clenched buttocks.