The other morning, I took the, 'White One,' out. The 'White One,' as you call it, can be seen, below.
When I saw that the, 'Blue One,' was in the way a little bit, I couldn't be bothered to move it first. Instead, I just thought I'd squeeze out the gap. It was only later on, after your mummy had taken this picture and emailed it to me from her work with the subject line, "How the hell did you get out?!" that I realised how baffling it was.
By the time you read this, I am probably so old I piss myself and can't remember my own name, but once upon a time, I was bloody good at getting a car off a drive.
Known for it, I was.
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