Mii kiddies grampas gotz hissef a noo hip yes ter day! It tooked onlee 90 minutes to cutz offin his leg, takez out the oldz borked hip and outz inna noo one and stickz his leg bak awn. Tis amazin!! Heemz grandee babies callz heem da Bionic grammpie — heem gotz a noo nee tew — cuppa yeers ago!! Dey say hee best getz beddar fastee az he dose awl da affer skool pickemups!
Also, heerz a needlol an sum eyeoh dyne an a gawze an sum taype an a helmut an shin gards an a birfdai card….. OOoops.. takes dat back.. OK,, ur reddy now, i finkso… Giterdun!!
Wate…wate…WATE!!! Itza toof ake!! Heers a plyers an a cotton bawl an sum purr oxyde an new dimond grille. *Ooops.. takes taht back, too* Tries to grabbity paws teh birfdai card…
*Writes in the birthday card*
Dear Mr. Lion. My friend idansdansdans (behind me) is here to help you with your medical problems. You’re welcome: Maus.
*Hands the card to the lion*
*Pushes idansdansdans up to the lion*
*Scampers away*
Oh OH … dat Maus tooked awl yer stuffz wif heem … escept dat noo diamond grillz. i hopez dat lion beez hongry fur da BBQ and dat heem iz nawl a can able.
Eeeek!! Teh plan has bakfirdid!! Wut to dew, wut to dew??
Pulls tendrils salad owt frum behine bak.. ofurrs it to lion…
.
“Dis is frum my pal Maus… I telled him U wood razzer haz a cheezburger.. U want his hole address??”
“Oh, an he took ur birfday prezzie wif him, too!”
trust me, it’s possible. given sufficient speed and insufficient clearance for foot to riser. It’s a recipie for pain, suffering, and with an audience……humiliation.
well………..givven mah history, duh.
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the worst part on one occasion was having to crawl to retrieve my scattered crutches (yes, i was already lamed at the time) kinda one of those “insult to injury” deals.
*snerk*
Ur daddeh? He sownd like fun peeple!
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um, a hush puppeh is a little round peece of fried cormbred.. u gets tehm at fish frys, and sometimes at BBQ places too.
ooh they is. ushusllly on teh sweet side, and sometimes tehy serve em wif a mustard or honey dip! Tehy bring em out for u to munch on some places.. and its hard not to get so full of em that u dont have room left for dinner!
mah granny (wife to papa-john) used to make them to keep “that bottomless pit” quiet, I was a ravenous horde wrapped up in one hyperactive body as a kid.
Stoned lion — she kneels before the grave
A brave lion — who gave his life to save the purring
That hovers ‘tween the headstone and her eyes
For they penetrate her grieving
New lions — a boy and girl are talking
New words — that only they can share in
New words — for a lion so strong it tears their hearts
To sleep — through the fleeting hours of morning
Lions are careless in their choosing — sweeping over cross a kitteh
Lions descend on those defenseless
Fuzzy lions will spark the fusion
Inspirations have I none — just to touch the flaming mane
All I have is my love of lions — and lions are roaring
heez a lyon when hee luvs me
an hee luvs me awl teh tie-um
heez a lyon and heez mi-un
heer mee sing
(obskyoor Denver band “Monkey Siren” frum collij dayz)
dey are alibe!!!
oopsdies… i duble posteded…
congarats tew u fer ur nawt-sekond an happeetail dans taht teh lolz iz bak*
danse danse danse kik!
waive floofy tayle
polka polka polka thud! owie!
jazz paws!
fanks!
waitaminute! where’s the explanation? we’ve allll been patiently waiting, hitting F5 at 6am, 9am and so on… where were they!?!?! I demand to know! >:o
mebbe they has a splort???
dat iz awn a kneed tew kno baziz an ai gess dey figger wii doan kneed tew kno
who else cood caw the ambidence… ambu… amber… teh flashy lights truck…
If dey told us, dey wud has to kills us…
maybe u needs to have EM investigates… sounds liek rite up his alley..
Strange… I haven’t seen him all day. I wonder if… Naah. Even he’s not THAT Ebil…
Ai rited 2 teh cheezes an had a riplie sayin dat dey “had an issue with Word Press”
Hmmm, mite haz gessed!
kitteh to hooman translolater wud borked…
isshue wif WP??? taht cud neber happin!
I figures that the splendidness ov cweenmj and JCH4K meeting IRL cauzeded a Kosmik meltdown ov epik propor…porporsh…ov sizability.
Or teh LOL matrix had to reload.
duz that mean they took teh bloo pill or teh red pill?
Whut happens if yu take bof pills?
ceiling cat uncreates teh uniberse…
Or yoo gits purpleh poos?
oh noez!!! i eated da red piwl…
one pill makes yew larger,
one pill maeks yew small…
Adn teh wun taht Alis gibs u doan duu nething at awl…..
dey are alibe!!!
And I ain’t lion…
lol
Tho I mite be just lion around…
ai can haz roawr?
dew nawt mess wif meh an mai buddy heer!
his name is Aslan… he comed out ov dis closit fing… he wud tawkin about a icy creem witches…
O noez! Did Waiyt Wich turnz him tu stoen? Narneeyah b doomd!
ai fink so…
Mehbee izza difrint Narneeyan laiyun? Azlan nawt teh onlee wun.
mebbe his twiced remobed cousins bestest frienz sisters room mates brudder from anudder mudders laiyun in law???
Oar dat laiyun dat did git ternd tu stoen dat Edmund fotted wuz Azlan.
Ah’ms dis big . . . in mah mine.
Nawt tu menshun delooshuns uv promptitudeness.
*snerk*
Cheezes Twice, itsa lion, get in the park!
Pino Kio, da lyon, dreams 0 being a real kitteh one day.
I has *DEM*. Teh grammars iz importunt.
*chuckles a bit*
Teh grampas is importunt too!
Mii kiddies grampas gotz hissef a noo hip yes ter day! It tooked onlee 90 minutes to cutz offin his leg, takez out the oldz borked hip and outz inna noo one and stickz his leg bak awn. Tis amazin!! Heemz grandee babies callz heem da Bionic grammpie — heem gotz a noo nee tew — cuppa yeers ago!! Dey say hee best getz beddar fastee az he dose awl da affer skool pickemups!
But tehy not delushuns. Iz delion to myslef.
Kitteh can I joyin U, kitteh luks like himz in deh Mediterranean
Italy?
Greek Islands
it so sunny and byootiful
it duz luuk beyewtiful, ai wish ai wuz dere. wii iz spektin teh rayne/sno/sleet/icez layter tonite
that is a sad. wii has clowdi but no rayne right now adn de temp is almost 40 deg F! This ees a beeg improovement from de snow earlier dis week.
Dis b stachew uv mah grayt-grayt-grayt-grayt-grayt-grayt-grayt-grayt unkul. An yez, he rly wuz day grayt.
(Hoorey fr ritern uv teh lolkatz!)
rawr
Oh, Maus. . ♫
I herd dis lion haz a thorn in himz paw… I fink taht’s Ur cue…
* Heerz teh tweezers—gud luck!*
Also, heerz a needlol an sum eyeoh dyne an a gawze an sum taype an a helmut an shin gards an a birfdai card….. OOoops.. takes dat back.. OK,, ur reddy now, i finkso… Giterdun!!
iodine…..sheesh, ya bring monkey-blood to a “thorny” issue like dat, an yer gonna need body armor.
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long memoriez….I haz dem.
You can’t fool me!
*Snatches the birthday card*
That’s the most important part!
*Marches off to help the lion*
Mo Ghile Mear (“Our Hero”) bye teh Chieftains plais softlee az Maus marchez awf
Wate…wate…WATE!!! Itza toof ake!! Heers a plyers an a cotton bawl an sum purr oxyde an new dimond grille. *Ooops.. takes taht back, too* Tries to grabbity paws teh birfdai card…
*Writes in the birthday card*
Dear Mr. Lion. My friend idansdansdans (behind me) is here to help you with your medical problems. You’re welcome: Maus.
*Hands the card to the lion*
*Pushes idansdansdans up to the lion*
*Scampers away*
Oh OH … dat Maus tooked awl yer stuffz wif heem … escept dat noo diamond grillz. i hopez dat lion beez hongry fur da BBQ and dat heem iz nawl a can able.
Eeeek!! Teh plan has bakfirdid!! Wut to dew, wut to dew??
Pulls tendrils salad owt frum behine bak.. ofurrs it to lion…
.
“Dis is frum my pal Maus… I telled him U wood razzer haz a cheezburger.. U want his hole address??”
“Oh, an he took ur birfday prezzie wif him, too!”
I fottid mowsiz halpd laiyunz wut gawt kotted in netz?
SSSSsshhhhhh.. donut tellz dat to Maus — heem needz hiz con fee dense.
Yu carnt leev taht lyun heer – oh, snot a lyun; is a kitteh!
Ambercat I didn’t knoz that U were on a vacashun
Is U habing fun?
? Ai’s nawt on hollydai
I thot U wuz in dis lol ( orange kitteh == Ambercat)
* I wuz jus pulling Ur leg*
But but but Amber alwais waers teh wyt glubs an whyt sox an wyt bibbantukker…
I thot herz wuz tanned aftah her sunny beach vacashunz
so does mah Injeh kitteh, is dey sisturz?
Yayayay!
Lollion dreemz of being kitteh stone gardiun!
The lion looks stoned to me…
Den hims prolly hongree. Bettur bring cheezburgers.
Oh yash! 3 pm EST – time for tea at Cheez!
R u still hongree??
*tsk*
U must rilly be buildin teh mussels wif that walker!
Nawt still hongree – hongree again! Dere’s a diffrince!
*shows off arm mussels*
hmmm… ok, ok… comin along…
hows teh leg? u isn’t falling down any more stares is u?
Leg is gud, ai guess. Ai sees Dr. Bonecat inna week week weeeeek.
*wispurs* ai falled going UP a stare!*
Will yoo go hiking tish weekend?
yesh I will!
it’s sposed to be in teh 70′s tomorrow.. we is havin faux spring!
and btw..
I wants to register fallin up a stare as a illegal frase.
How can u fall up??
Unless u is in zero gravitees?
Dk can bork teh law ov gravitease?
pfft! We donut need no stinkin laws!
Der bees a rejistree ob illegal frases? Can wii adding “Dr. Tinybonecat”?
Has u filled owt teh applicashun?
Wut r teh grownds?
Um, corrupting miners? Adn can yoo filling itt plzkthx? Ai has a bizzee breaking laws heer.
If is dr for tiny bones, is nawt illegal phrase. If, hoevvers, teh dr doctors big bones, tehn teh dr. iz in violashun.
Ai had anuzzer meening in mind.
*hangs hed, hobbuls off to NB*
Wate for meh!! GMTA!
trust me, it’s possible. given sufficient speed and insufficient clearance for foot to riser. It’s a recipie for pain, suffering, and with an audience……humiliation.
Thankfully, no audience. Just teh cats. Who respectfully refrained frum laffing. Owt lowd.
So, Dan, speeking yu frum eggspeariants?
well………..givven mah history, duh.
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the worst part on one occasion was having to crawl to retrieve my scattered crutches (yes, i was already lamed at the time) kinda one of those “insult to injury” deals.
ok yesh, u was headin up.. but then.. u was heading…
down.
sowry. I has to go wif my earlier ruling.
*hands Dan a cowld Moosehed in commiserashun*
Cheez!
but I have a grate consolashun prize for u!
*pulls owt a plate of BBQ (not saying wut kind) wif fried okras and hush puppehs, and a Yeungling*
*apeels ruling*
Nawt down – horizontal! Wif a spectacular landing! Teh russhin judj gibbed mii 9.5!
GMTA DK!
I just talked to my frend, and we’re gonna go to a bit o RL beer drinkin tonite!
And, its warm enuf we can sit owtside too!
ooh fanks! Butt ai needs a YNG oar a MUG, nawt a yeungling!
no no no, that wasn’t a 9.5.. it was a 5.9!
MUG?
P.S. Wot’s a hush puppeh?
Matyoor usefil guy… ai forget who maded dem. Maybe kimkiwi?
ya wanna know what my own papa-john said upon witnessing the event?
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Nice routine boy, but yer dismount needs work.
Aw Dan…
*schmoos Dan, then schmoos DK and skwirrlgrrl, so they dont feel left out.*
Gotta run!!!
Luvs to yu all!
Schmooo booklion! xo
*snerk*
Ur daddeh? He sownd like fun peeple!
.
um, a hush puppeh is a little round peece of fried cormbred.. u gets tehm at fish frys, and sometimes at BBQ places too.
Sownds yummeh!
Hush puppehs wuz teh shoos we gotted when ai wuz teh kiddlet troll.
ooh they is. ushusllly on teh sweet side, and sometimes tehy serve em wif a mustard or honey dip! Tehy bring em out for u to munch on some places.. and its hard not to get so full of em that u dont have room left for dinner!
and that, that is thier evil plan. the hushpuppies of profit-margin….tools of ebil.
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but, they are soooo tasty.
*nod nod*
thot maybe u had tehm in Teksas!
it’s teh seafud version of chips and salsa in Meskican rest, er places to eet round here.
mah granny (wife to papa-john) used to make them to keep “that bottomless pit” quiet, I was a ravenous horde wrapped up in one hyperactive body as a kid.
LOL!
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sew papa john wus ur granpa?
apparentlee scents of hoomer is a family trait, then..
No icy stares or glares
or askansy glanses
So DK’s limb will heel up right
and do sum fansy dances.
An mebbe sum powdered donuts, aifinkso…
Stoned lion — she kneels before the grave
A brave lion — who gave his life to save the purring
That hovers ‘tween the headstone and her eyes
For they penetrate her grieving
New lions — a boy and girl are talking
New words — that only they can share in
New words — for a lion so strong it tears their hearts
To sleep — through the fleeting hours of morning
Lions are careless in their choosing — sweeping over cross a kitteh
Lions descend on those defenseless
Fuzzy lions will spark the fusion
Inspirations have I none — just to touch the flaming mane
All I have is my love of lions — and lions are roaring
That is beautiful! Your work?
Wot Icanhasfockses sedded!
No, no, is slight adaptation of David Bowie’s Soul Love, one ov my faborite songs.
Bowie — soul love
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxUqp0hLChc
Ai thotted ai wuz a big Bowie fan, huh…
*runsoffwiffakwikness to google leericks*
Wow! Nao ai hasta find taht song! Thx booklion!
Yu welkom, fockses! Teh Rise and Fall ov Ziggy Stardust and teh Spiders frum Mars is in my top ten ov alltime faboriste albums.
heez a lyon when hee luvs me
an hee luvs me awl teh tie-um
heez a lyon and heez mi-un
heer mee sing
(obskyoor Denver band “Monkey Siren” frum collij dayz)
orange kittehs ARE lions. cute bebeh lions.
nd perty soon becumz Delushuns ov Godhud*