BB whispers a wish to the Sun, "Sun, I wish for a home."
BAM! The Sun delivers. Here is your key to Apt. #1914.
"Kick ass", says BB.
"Kick ass", says BB.
BB high-paws her roomie.
Housewarming party. BB cranks up the tunes.
BB takes Too Short's advice and Get's in Where She Fits In.
"Dude, I can honestly camo myself almost anywhere here."
"What kind of sick shit is this?!" screams BB.
BB makes a friend. "Not much Kitchen Chicken, what's kickin' with you?"
Okay, SERIOUSLY...what is up with the animal carcass trophies!
BB hits the roost with a classic. Night, night BB.
BB's dreams are filled with home.
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