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Wednesday, June 4, 2008


The Wooman is goeen' awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
I heear hor makeen' arrangemends. The Feeder came oud and she tested eeds badderies. She as' Constanza to say hellow Saturday an' Sonday. She as' neighbour Shannon to say hellow Friday, Monday, Tuesday. Neighbour Shannon, two, three poossies: two blag. So she ees OK. She say she weel play weeth me. I woan' play.
Why, why whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? She tells me she ees goeen' to Canada to fedge feesh. Why nard feesh frarm US, I say? They no gard papers, she say. You are fool ob eed, I cry: feesh no gard papers, they weell ged wed! They are warderproof, she say. Cowpoop, I say!


  1. Estorbito, le malheur des uns fait le bonheur des autres. But not for long...

  2. No speaka your lingua!

  3. Yeah, stupid French language, who needs it right? Just like dargs.

  4. Where are you??? Where ees the Wooman????

  5. Lenniean'SollieJune 6, 2008 at 5:13 PM

    Don Abandano - har har that is very clever we will try this naming when She Who etc. etc. goes off again which we sniff out to be very soon. She too claims its to bring home the food! They must be in cahoots. We are here right by you now we know how to access your blog again. Mano a mano Hermano qui se llamo Don Abandano.

  6. She's flying towards you at close to the speed of sound as we speak... Sadly. ;-)

  7. My brorders: how ees the temperature where you are?

    Coul' you pleease sen' ice?

    Beence: Why do you leab so far away? Do you know whad I hab to go through when the Slabe, I mean, Wooman ees away???