BalooHolic

Hi, I'm baloo and I'm BallHolic.
I was born ballholic. My mom's ballholic too.

I'm almost two years old, and I can't remember a day without a ball in it. or salami.
Which remains me, I'm also SalamiHolic.

Check out my splits

Mine, mine, mine, mine.....

Not yours, Not yours, Not yours....

My Problem

There's one ball, the father of all balls, the BALL of balls.
It's so BIG, and when it bounce it feels like the earth is moving.
and, just between us, it taste good too.

It's my aunt's basketball, and she wont let me get near that ball O_o
I promise, A bright day will arise, and I shell overcome this madness.

One of these days...

WOOF ya LATER

The Weirdest Ball Ever

Today I went to play basketball. I was very excited, finally, I can get near that ball!
But no ball. instead, dad brought that weired, round thing.
It looks like someone crushed this ball, and I don't remember sitting on it...

I tried to examine the ball, but father kept throwing it away,
but the worst part was when he asked me to bring it back to him O_o
Who the Woof invent this pointless game?!

I tried to stop him, but he's one of the few that still stronger than me.

I think I'm about to lose my sanity!

I can't catch it
I can't chew it
It wont bounce

and it taste funny too. Grrrr...

Finally, after alot of struggle, that ball was mine.

But, I must keep memorizing my mantra: Run Fast. Run Far.

WOOF ya LATER