the nighd before...I had a pardee arn the roop. Eed when arn a larng time. Eed was gread. I came home dronk. Weeth a frien'. I made noise. The yoomans was sleepeen'. I woghe them orp to maghe the pardee go larnghair. I chased theen's een the leebeen' room. I shouded weeth joy ad 3am. They wor' so boreen'. I tole' them, Nighd time ees no time por sleep. WAGHE ORP!
Thees morneen' they are grompee. They hab no sense ob Humour.
Yeah, furball, and we'll see the depth of your own sense of humour when I keep you awake all day. You heard me right, all day! Daytime is not meant to be slept through. It's a time for VACUUMING!
ReplyDeletePardee arn, Estorbo, pardee arn!
ReplyDeleteOh my, Estorbo, you managed to p.o. both of your hoomans! usually one can play one off against the other...guess not this time!
ReplyDeleteYou're lucky you still have your skin, Estorbo. You'd make a nice fur hat. Is this how we are rewarded for giving you crispy chicken and sweet yellow peaches???
ReplyDeleteEstorbo's Wooman, I think maybe the crispy chicken and peaches made him so happy, he had to celebrate and wanted to share the joy with you and Beence ... or not.
ReplyDeleteYeah Estorbo! Porro does that too. Why should you go to sleep just because they're asleep? Summer nights, man, makin' memories...
ReplyDeletei see the hyoomuns are takin ovrr yer blog agen. lemme noe when it litens up.
ReplyDeleteWe think Beence was very rude to you.
ReplyDeleteHumans have no joy in their souls, Estorbo; that's their problem. Think how much fun they could have had, partying with you!
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