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Friday, August 31, 2007

WHO KNEW ABOU' THEES?


WHAD ees thees??? Thees. Ees. A. Sootcase.
For what?
Soots?
No. The Wooman's Clothes!!! For why? To taghe away. To leab. To habandon me. To rejecd me, forged abou' me, throw me away! She HADE me!!!!!!
Who. Knew???
WHO?
Oh.
I deed.
I forgard.
Hey! I hab ADD.
Sheet.
I mighd meess hor. She's preedy good ad cleaneen' my leeder tray the minute I eben loogh ad eed. An' I only hab to say Eeep for hor to rosh een an' say, Ees eed nard to your likeen', Estorbito? An' I loogh ad eed an' assess, an' say, No, uh-uh, ees nard quide righd, an' she shake and rake an' add some fresh till eed look like birgin beach san'.
AN' she's tagheen' the compudair...I weel hab to go to Internet cafe.
Life sorks.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Blood theecker than... agua sin Gas???*

I doan' know. Ad fors, no madder whad H-h-huwi an' Trebor een Cape Town say, I theenk, OK, so we loogh alighe, weeth same age (geeb or taghe)...But now I see again their brorders Lennie an' Sollie een Eenglan'...You are me! I am you! Maybe eed's true! I was keednabbed frarm Eenglan' an' taghen to a bodega arn the Lower Eas' Side. Who want to pay for DNA???

Lennie - please sen' HORIZoNTAL peecture ob you. Blogger ees forghed orp an' I cannard pose' bertical peectures een sidebar. See, I pose' Sollie again.

Gracias.

Why has no one asked frarm cad een Caymans? You scared frarm Ghosd?

The tidle: ees whad Lennie say.

?Que?


Whad ees thees sheet? the Wooman puts thees ober hor when she sleeps weeth the door to the terrazza open, because whad annoys hor are the small theengs wheech fly and go eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Now they go eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee bod they cannard go een. So they bide me. I yam scratcheen' all day.
Monday she deesappears to Afreeca. Thank Gard. She ees boreen'. Now I can ged some poossies from 1-800-Pooss-E an' we can play. They weel breen' peecneecs por me, with sardines and onpasteurize' meelk. I lighe to leeb arn the edge.
Fors' ees comeen' Constanza to feed me. Then ees comeen' Natalie. Then Constanza. Then Natalie. Then Paulito mobes een por one weegh. Esshausteen'.
I mail my brorders some drorgs, OK? Wadge oud por the sneeffer dargs.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Drorgs

My dealer gabe me some good storf...eed make-a me crazee. So I heed the wooman. No, nard como hide an' seegh; lighe, Slambamwham! Heed.

Now I yam bagh to normal. Whadebber thad ees....

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Libe arn the Terrace an' een the Mousetrab


Yeepeeee! My faboureetes: fresh leeder (I yam fasteedious) an' new pelleds!



Open the pelleds NOW!

You shoul' reeally clean thees oud, man.


Whad?


Ah, my new peds. I deescobered a stash ob snails onder the mars (feegure eed oud. Clue: flad green storf). "Run Gran'ma, run!"

Thursday, August 23, 2007

The Conteenuation ob My Heestoreec Treep to Meeami, 2001

Date: 05 April 2001

Yes, eed ees me Estorbo again. My food ees feexed frarm my shaveen’ acceedent and now I can type again, I theenk. My stupeed Meesers leave hor razor por the legs where I can get eed een the bathroom, an’ I ged eed because I hade eed an’ wan’ to keell eed, an’ I foun’ eed an’ I heed eed, an’ eed bide me bad arn the food, so blood all ober the whide tiles, an’ my Meesers ees wrappeen’ thees theen’ arou’ my food to starp the bleedeen’, an’ I yam reseesteen’ hor all the time...So ebentually she have to cut arff the stupeed bandage because I tell her eef you no cut eed arff I weel chew arff my food. So she seed weeth me opsi’ down and hold stupeed gauze arn my pad an’ eed starp bleedeen’. She feel so guilty I nearly commee' suicide thad today I get leedel piece organeec-cow meence weeth food por urinary tracd health.

I lighe meence.

So. I theenk ees one more theen’ to tell you aboud Meeami, wheech ees aboud thees restaurant called Porcau wheech ees peeg een Portuguese. Thees lady who ees PR por opera company say ees good, an’ she shou’ know ‘cos she ees Brazeelian. Ees restaurant where por flad price you ea’ an’ ea’ an’ ea’ onteel you throw orp. Ea’ meat. (Sorry por drarped consonan’ – ees influence ob Caribbean cads een Meeami…) So we go and we waid een line where ees angry man sayeen’ MY WIFE ees 9 months pregnant and we have been waiteen’ por these larng, an’ me Estorbo I yam theenkeen’ my Gard whad eef she ea’ an’ ea’ an’ ea’ an’ esplode een restaurant? She look like bomba ready to go arf...

Eenyway, these people ged our table so we waid some more an’ my meesers tell barman eef thees cad no ea’ now theen’s could get ogly. So he make me a free dreenk called mojito wheech ees white rom an’ meent an’ lime an’ sugar. Ees disgosteen’, an’ I yask por some meelk weeth rom. Moch bedder. My meesers ask por Sidecar an’ barman never hord ob eed. She tell heem how to make bod ees too sweed so she dreenk my meelk.

At las’ we ged our table an’ we ged these leedle roun’ coasters weeth picture ob green angry peeg weeth face een plade arn one si’e an’ arn the order si’e, peecture ob red, happy peeg smileen’ an’ wabeeen’ a flag. Eef we fleep coaster to red peeg eed means we Hongree an’ wan’ mead NOW, and eef we fleep to green peeg eed means Go Away an’ led os ead all thees mead.

Fors’ we check ou’ salad bar (thees beeg coltural eenstitution een America....). My Meester look bery happy an’ make plade high weeth hondered salads. My meesers look greem an’ foss abou’, an’ come away weeth endive an’ ...my Gard whad ees name ob hotel...The Estorbo, Exelsior...WHALDORF…salad an’ she save horself por mead. They order $70 boddle wine wheech ees cheapest on sheedy leest, an’ then soddenly ees arriveen’ MEAD: arn steecks held by beeg men who cart eed arff por you an’ we lorn to greep the slices weeth leedel tongues we hab an’ help to put eed arn the plade...and we steel chewing an’ ees arribeen’ more MEAD seezleen’ arn pladder, then sausages, then torkey (thees stupeedeest theen’, torkey…who ead?) weengs, then feelleet weeth bacon an’ then sirloin an’ my meesers ees geddeen’ crarss ‘cos she gard no time por chew, and then we remember:

We forged to fleep the peegs!

We hab red happy peegs! Eemediately we fleep to green angry peegs weeth faces een plades. Now we know why they so angry. Fors’ meesers then me slow down an’ feel like foie gras goose bod Meester steel happy and fleepeen’ his peeg. Waiter weeth cart go aroung meexeen’ the mojitos an’ eberyone dreenk them or ice’ tea. No wine, yessept por Pregnant Lady who no esplode yet. Then Meester give orp an’ dessort card come round an’ we scream an’ ron away. Meesers mos drive ‘cos Meester too dronk and gard the geegles. Nex’ time I wride abou’ the treep home wheech was no play’ tof cheeps I cantell you.