A crime story ...

For four days and three nights I had been knowing something was wrong, but I just couldn't point my finger at what it was.
Every time I got home from work, something had changed in our living room... Just little details, like someone was trying to cover their trace. "Hmmm..." I thought to myself, "who can it be?" "And what is he after? My non-existing silver? My underwear?? Or maybe just a good time???". Offcourse I had my suspects, but it wasn't until today I finaly caught the culprit returning to the crime scene...




This is what I found:





Offcourse he denied it. "Upside down? What do you mean upside down??"
It's going to be a long and ugly trial...

 

:m39: :m39: :mrgreen:

 

Too funny. :lol:

 

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at our house its tinsil with buster shadow couldn't care less about the tree. and its no fun pulling tinsil out of busters butt when he eats it. this year he didn't eat it i guess he learned his lesson last year, but he still plays with it and gets it all over.

 

:mrgreen: he's too cute lol