Bretts Bum Bag

If you can imagine those annoying plastic bag dispensers you get for putting fruit and veg in at your supermarket. Well, I was told by my mother when she came to pick me up this morning that a similar sight greeted her during Bretts spending. My mum deserves a medal. I'm sure when she gave birth to me she didn't expect to be pulling undigested plastic out of her blind sons guide dogs arse.
I was only in the bath for 20 or so minutes last night, but I could hear Brett doing something suspect. A short sharp call of his name resulted in him sitting outside the bathroom door for the rest of the bath. Upon leaving, a very sheepish creature was reluctant to come and make its usual fuss. I think my tutting as I put the spilt contents of the bin back in reinforced my displeasure as he sat in the doorway feeling suitably guilty.
The lounge bin has now been replaced with a Brett-proof one. After 3 months, why should he decide to rummage in the bins now? Maybe he has decided to eat plastic now instead to get down to a fashionable size zero!?

Track of the day = Salt n Pepa - Push it