♫She's the Chicago fire♪

♪hurricane Camille♫

♪The first footstep on the first banana peel♪

♫She's my, my disaster girl!♫

Little Bit is a disaster.  Talk about troubles.  Hoo-eee.  I don't know how she got to be such a mess.  No, it's not my fault.  She was like this when I met her.  Well, okay, she blew out her knees after I met her.  And she got cancer after I met her.  And her teeth just started breaking.  So I guess that's after she met me too.  But I didn't do it!

As a matter of fact, I'm always looking out for Little Bit.  She doesn't appreciate it like she should, but it seems like the right thing to do. I smell her over all the time and try to let the boss man know when something is wrong.  He hardly ever seems to get it though.  But it's not like this is his fault either.  She's just Ernest Borgnine, if you know what I mean.  (and if you don't, well, you ought to expand your musical knowledge.  Hm.)

So anyhoo, I smell her all the time.  It's good friend maintenance.  I recommend smelling all friends carefully for anything out of the ordinary.  You'll know it when you smell it.