Cheoah the Cheesewhiz here.
I need to tell my side of the story.
Mostly I just like to talk. About anything. All of the time.
Something about it is hard to find a picture of me without my mouth running. Whatever.
But this is actually a story about me and Dad's Macbook.
Apparently, it is not built for a certain Cheesewhiz to land on during couch olympics. Who knew?
But at least I was helping hu-dad during the repair process.
See - no harm, no foul. Right, hu-dad?