Dress Him Up You Can, Take Him Anywhere You Can Not

Today, dinner at Chez Republique, we had. Take Kenobi to a nice restaurant, I can not. Know why I try I do not. The manners of a retarded baby monkey, he has. Told him a million times I have, appropriate, asking the Maitre D' to "pull my finger" is not. Also, considered good manners, making those armpit noises every time down someone sits, is not. And no, Kenobi, impressed that make those noises in perfect harmony you and Young Skywalker can, I am not! Impressed the band was not, either. Playing fine, without you two "playing bass" they were. Everything he eats, Kenobi wears. Finish a meal, Kenobi cannot, unless a "souvenir" on his robe he collects. "Saving it for later" he says he is. Apparently, much later he means, since older than Young Skywalker, some of the stains on his robe are. At least, gotten a little better it has since grown the beard he has. Now, catch some of the gravy, spaghetti sauce, cheap bear, and bean dip, his beard does. Unfortunately, in no hurry to clean that out either, he is. When take it anymore I cannot, with a pressure washer, I spray him. Yes, sting Kenobi a little it does. On occasion, taken off some of Kenobi's skin, it has. But a small price to pay that is, so that look at his stain collection, I do not.