Well, I've neglected to give Daisy a proper shaming. And I intend to rectify that.
So allow me to present to you...
The Ghosts of Shame Past - Daisy-style:
Multiple times. It was almost impressive if it wasn't such a pain in the ass.
(Though one time she went into the fridge and had a beer waiting for me when I got home. It's like she understands me or something.)
"What is my foot touching? What is my foot touching?!?!"
It's nice to be loved.
Except when there's pee involved. (I'm refraining from R. Kelly comments at this time.)
It was similar to a Christmas-time Easter Egg hunt, but with ham... and vomit. Ho ho, gross.
These are only a few examples of Daisy's shame - I decided to spare her the embarrassment of publicizing them all.
Because let's not forget, I'm not completely innocent myself:
Like I said.... humans are evil.
Happy Shame-mas, everyone!