Hello, Blogville.
THE HAND here to attempt to set the record straight.
SARGE BIT ME!!!!
Let me say that again, for those of you who might have missed the first sentence...
SARGE BIT ME!!!!
Okay? Whew, it feels better to get that out there for all to see. Yes, he really did. Now, I won't testify that it was a horrible, near-death experience. I swear under oath that there was no broken skin, no blood, no amputation, no nasty bruising. But, I also testify before all that he REALLY DID BITE ME! The scene involved the camera and my attempts to take a series of photos for use on Sarge's blog. Yes, I was working for HIM. Apparently, he got tired of the process and as I reached for his collar HE BIT MY POINTER FINGER. For those of you with only paws or claws or fins or talons and not fingers, YES THEY HURT WHEN BITTEN! No permanent damage done, but it did hurt.
Under cross examination, I freely admit that at the time I unleashed (lol) a shocking string of HBO words that would make a sailor blush. Yes, I did. But, I maintain that I was provoked, and chomped on at the time and therefore under duress. And that's the facts, jacks.
So, no blog and no Chief of Police job. Ptthththttthhht. There, take that, Sarge!
I ask the court of public opinion...Were you all aware that HE BIT ME???
Oh, and by the way, the poor Crabby Girls had no clue about this! They are not part of any subversive attempt to overthrow Sarge. Someone had to take over the blog, and they are much cuter and funnier than me! BOL/MOL/POL
The prosecution rests.
The (sore) Hand