Sunday, March 6, 2011
You though' I was dead, deedn' you?
You thoughd I yad abandon' my thousan's y thousan's ob adoreen' fans, Yes? Admeed eed, yes? Yes? I mean, Si?
Nebber woul' Don Estorbo de la Bodega Dominicana (eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!) leab those who lorb y appreciade heem! Nebber! Only eef he was prebendted by some crazylocogaga WOOMAN woul' he be kepd frarm blargeen por ELEBEN days!!!!!
I mean, Whad the forgue??
No. I do nard essagerade.
Nard all ob hor peegs are een their sty, eef you know whad I mean? Yes? Yes? I mean, Si?
Two peegs shord ob a peecneec eef you as' me.
She ees weareen' camouflage. I keed you nard. She say she need to "blen' een."
I say, Oh yes, I mean si, thad ees easy, you are seex food weeeth red hair, you TODALLY blen' een.
Blen' eento whad, anyway? I as'.
The fores', she wheesper.
The fores'??? I wheesphair bag...
Yes, she say, I yam ad war.
I know! I say, weeth me!
No you stupeed hairball. Weeth the leederhairs.
Que? I say. Thees ees deefeecol' por me to onnerstan' - hor aghsen' ees nard so easy. Leeder hairs. Hairs. Hares. Fores'. Leeder...hares?
Hares = Rabbeeds? Rabbeeds + Leeder.
YOU MEAN THERE ARE RABBEEDS EEN MY LEEDHAIR TRAY???? I knew eed looghed fonny! An' you are magheen' war arn the rabbeeds weeth my taghs dollars? Why deed you nard tell me?
No, you moron, she say. Leederhairs! Persons whad throw garbage arn the groun' een the fores'.
Oh, I say, you mean d.a.r.g.s.
NO! Yooooooooomans, she say.
Peegs! I say.
Peegs, she say.