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Showing posts with label fir cones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fir cones. Show all posts

Saturday, January 19, 2008

I do wish they'd grow up!

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: no
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: postponed/10
  • Day Score: 7 ish /10
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

At larst!

I havent been abol to get enywhare near the pewter cos Dilly's been postin fotoes ov fir cones on her blog fer Stanley. Go an chek it owt, if yu like, but remember, yu'll never get those minits bak.

Rite. Whare waz I?

Oh yeah. Old Bears.

Sumtimes it's a trial to hav Bears ov a significantly grayter age than wunself rownd heer. Mr Grunter is ok, as he jus sleeps on the spare bed all day. An Grayum iz fun, fer a bit, on his own. But Grayum an Mulligan together?

They wer up all nite arguing over hoo waz the best singer in the werld. Mulligan rekons Andy Williams an Grayum is plumpin fer Perry Como.

HOOO the?

I thort Andy Williams waz a myth, yu kno, like King Arthur or sumwun. -Evrywun's herd ov him but kno he livd so long ago he probly wassent real. As fer Perry Como, I thort that waz a mayke ov kitchen gadget as in "Yor new kettol, is it a Philips?" "No, it's wun ov them new Perry-Como's."

Mulligan an Grayum: lokt in an Old-Man staring contest. This waz tayken 3 hours in.

Grayum dident eevn want to com to football today. He's determind to win the argument. They're in an old-man staring contest now. Old-man staring contests ar awful cos they yewzerly fall asleep in the middol ov them an ownly wayke up wen sumwun starts peein himself. Still, at leest they've stopt singing.

I'm off to help Mummy mayke a banarnana cayke. Sheez got frends comin up tomorro, an she needs me to test it for them.

Bye fer now!