HERCULANEUM

This hysterical (and very true) contribution comes to us from our gorgeous, hottie-pa-tottie correspondent in the field, Nahnie. Her name really isn't "Nahnie", but her name does remind me of one of my beloved nieces, who used to call herself "Nahnie" when she was just a little shit.

If someone took her blanket, she'd yell at the top of her lungs, "NAHNIE'S!!"

And we'd be all like, "Umm... Okay, Satan, here's your blanket back."

And if someone was holding her Puffalump Kitty, she'd contort that sweet, cherub face and bare her three teeth and yell, "Nahnie's! NAHNIE'S MISTER KITTY!!!"

And we'd be all like, "Jesus Christ, here's your fucking kitty." Which she would promptly choke, taking out her frustrations that her little sister had been born.

And if someone pulled in their driveway just to turn around, her little ass would be standing at the door grasping onto her blanket, clutching onto Mister Kitty by the throat, glaring out at the perpetrators yelling, "NAHNIE'S!! NAHNIE'S DRIVEWAY!!"

And they'd speed away with fear in their eyes, frightened that the two foot bride of Chuckie was going to unleash her wrath.

So, Nahnie, thank you for this contribution. Everyone? It's Nahnie's contribution. NAHNIE'S!!!

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