
Last night, i had a dream i was being pushed along a muddy flood swollen river in a bucket by an Indian man and a goose…WFT was in that catnip?
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oar a duk??
Concatshulations Italiana! Wuld u liek tu go tu teh TyBootek, oar purrhaps wuld u liek a hawt choklat, wif yummy lemming cake? Oar a danse??!! **danse, danse, danse*
Hmmmm … sum uv eech, aifinkso! Awlsoe, aifinkso wih has nawt mett yet *ekstendses floofy paw uv frendshep tu TrollingTomCat*
K, that is most definitely a goose. I think it’s a Brown Chinese Goose, sometimes known as a Swan Goose because of the bump on the goose’s head, and how slender it appears. If it was an African Goose, it would have a much thicker neck.
And did anyone notice that “WTF” is misspelled? Who the heck misspells an acronym?!
Oh, I don’t know…I misspelled “nomming” below. It was eezy!
aifinkso it requires a sertain, “je ne sais pas comment faire l’orthographe”
Kitteh is confuzed….so i jus danse! *danse danse danse*
*stops
@@@@@@ x elebenty pour aytre trey amewsang!!!
oh, mersee boocoo!
OOOOH U iz speaking Frenchies! Bonjour!~
iz lolfronsch! we aimes it!
OOo!!
Ai aim it aussi!
Aussi, Aussi, Aussi !! Mi Tuu !! * ..wot ??
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Hilarious!
Ai donut no ifn u haz notised, butt (!) misspelling izz owr ting.
An whoo iz ta say dey meant WTF, maybe wuz spose ta bee WFT — dat cud meen, lesseee…
Whose flatted tire was inna dat nip eeneewae…
Yup, dats whut it meent
Oar whoo fluddid dis?
a cat
That’s what I was thinking. WTF!
TrollingTomCat takes Italiana’s beeyootifull paw in hiz, “wai u smell lurvely mai deer”. Dat TTC – he be incorra…er incurra….er he iz a razkal!!! *extends floofy paw ob frendship*
*whispurrs *
u meen “encouragable”?
Incorrigible? Ai finks sew.
Wai, yu oal flatturur, yu … itz muss bih teh oh dih tiramisu ai sprayded bihynd mai eerz tihs moarneng!
*shaimleslee battz eielashuz atz TTC*
*sniffs* Smells lyke katnip to meh! Teh speshul organik kynd. Is irresistible, so they sez.
It bee teh tirrymissyou aifinkso! *nom nom nom* Caint wate tu chek awt teh chawklitt dippity bakyum at Italiana’s liddol stanz!
Ai em daing heer! gud ab wurkowt!
Kitteh be trippin teh lite fantastical!
himz be trippin, foar shoar!
Concatshoelaces Italiana! That is the strangest photo with the most unusual friends ever and I’d love the hear the story….
ofangyu … wih is hasing pancaeks adn baycum foar sillybrayshuns noe dowt!
Ok, ok three people go into a bar one says to the other…..
Am I the onlee one hu finks that that man looks like a President Bush in disguise…? so Bush and a duck and a cat walk into a bar..
Nao dat I fink abowt it, meybe waddur iz Ganjeez Rivur?
Kitteh sez “Okeh, fain. Rivur b saycrid. But iz stil watur, sew dis iz az in it az I getz.”
Bukkitz ar awlwaiz gud. Too bad it izznt bloo, tho.
Roaw, roaw roaw yer bote!
Froyd wud hazza bawl inturpretaytin taht dreem, aifinkso
wut duz teh turban meen, i wunders?
Sumtimes a turban iz just a turban…
Repressshun
rollin, rollin, rollin down da riva….
mai naym izz Prowd Maree, adn ai gawt tihs gud jawb daoun inz teh cittee, aifinkso
werkin fo da mens dwn in new orleans………
I duz naw fink u will ebber c teh gud said uv teh sitee til u b hitchin raid awn teh rivurbote kween.
bigs weels keeps ons tuuuurning..
Bigg Bukkit keep on bernin…
butt who stoles mai bukkit? ai don cee no walruseses on dis ribberboat?
You nebber seez the lolrus until it is tew layte! Dey are sneeky dat way!
Kitteh: No matter whut that Twain guy sez, life on teh ribber is way overrayted!
Nao paddel harder, mah goosey fren; this gent behynd us is gayning on us! FASTER!!!
♫ “Will you try to paddle faster?” said the kitteh to teh goose,
“There’s a gentleman behind us, try’n to katch us inna noose!
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on teh beach—so will you come and join teh dans?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join teh dans?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join teh dans?” ♫
Tanks fur ckleerin dat up!
Could easily be made into Tenniel (l) drawing. I always felt so sorry for the oysters–they were so cute with their little feet.
♫”Ai weeps for yu,” teh Lolrus sez,
“Ai deepli sympafize!!”
Wif sobs adn tearz he sorted owt
tohse ov teh larjest syze…♫
Bigg weel keap awn turnen, Prowd Maree keap awn boinin …
YAY foar Teena Turnur adn teh Ikettez!! … Oar Kreeduns, ifz yu purrfur
teeeeeeena gotz mai votes
myne awlsoetu!
odeer – haow rood uv mih nawt tu greetchu! Noodlol, aifinkso wih has nawt meeted yetz – izz gud tu meatchu!
*eggstendzez floofy paw uv frenndshep tu noodle*
ai iz pleezed 2 kno u italiana. ur kitteh luks jus likes mai jessie cat.
*eggstendezez mai flooy pause ob frennndshep tu italiana*
Ladies and gentlemans, start ur griddles!
chek 1:
girdel fired ups an reddy 2 go
oyez, a strawng girdel ORLWAIZ uzeful wen lawts uf pancaeks aer inbolbed… yu can nebber eet jus de wun…
yesh.. tighn them foundatin garments, luk outz fo stray stays. cud pokes sumone in da eye.
onoez! ai staed up layt last nite makin mai racer!
*puff pant* Heer Ai aer laet fur teh raes – cudn’t fynd mai pancaek pan!
aiz gots da buddermlk badder fo lite fluffie pancakeees……
***Laffing hystare ically at self****
Ooooh. Dis maeks cents. I fot wii wuz rolling da pancaeks daown a hill or sumfin.
Or seeing hoo kan bii to eeting da mostest or da fastest pancaeks
***still laffin at own stoopy***
No, we is gonna race teh pancaeks that u make. U hasta build a racer from batter and, um, ingredients. I guess we’ll start mabye in about 15 minnits or so.
Den ai kneeds tu git mai boi. Hii erases pancaeks faster dan ennybuddee….
oh, i gets it *adds extry fibers to pancakes for helfy an to make teh weels stronger*
Teh rool iz dat u haz a pan wiv a pancaek innit an az u run u haz 2 toss teh pancaek an catch it in teh pan a nummer uv tiems dyoorin teh raes!
*tosses sordid pancaeks inna air*
whoops, did that pancaek just fall on LCB’s hed? oh, sry. heer, has sum syrup…
*dribble dribble dribble*
Hay! Watchit, u’ll smear my pancaek makeup.
oh noes! ai didnot meen to.
Heer, has some kold whippy creem to
smearsmooth allover ur lurvely complexshun…an smoosh on sum strawberries foar teh alpha-whatever acid…
Butt (!) dat rayce is fur teh Fat Toos day, not? Ai see teh wimmenz dresst like tradish unell houswifs in teh noos reels (cat-lyke typin detected) = edr.
Yes, we knoes this. But u knows how it is whut wif teh red tape and all. By teh time they approvified our permits, it was Thursday. *shrog*
O! Ai unnerstanz.
I finkedso too?!! I fot we shud build a racer out of the pancaeks. The wheel part I could see, but the rest was cornfusing… So it isn’t jest mee!! ***laffin at own stoopy too***
(that wut i finkdso too
)
Fluffball, Twoie and Catnip Junkie loves the tropicals, so we’z bringin banana slices to cuk in the pancaeks, and coconut syrup for the top, and pineapple stuck on scwerers and grilled so it is brown and carmelly. Yum!
Ohai CJ…duz tihs lol luk laik 1 uv ur dreemz?
Onlee iff the catnip partee gots outahand dat nite!! But I finkso the man in the water must loves his kitteh very mushly to be so devoted, so maybee its a gud dreem after awl!
Yesh!!!1!!
da nannerz cud bee da wheelies!!
*beetbeetbeet the batter wif a wisk* *test a drop on teh griddle* *sizzlolsizzlolsizzlol* reddy!
“Owwwweeeee” sez da Batter … wut i doo too yoo??? It nawt my fault I strucked owt, dat pitcher wuz a milk toast and da Ump had egg onna heem fase!
Dis gibbs me a puzzloled. O.o
Sounz lyk dat puzzul –
You’re a
farmerindyun with a boat, on one side of a river. With you is yourfoxkitteh, yourchickengooz, and a sack of grain. You can only take one with you on your boat to cross. If you leave the gooz alone with the grain, you can kiss your grain goodbye. If the gooz and the kitteh are left alone together, let’s just say you’ll have a happy kitteh. How do you get all three across?Gud wun catena! elebenty burgers! @@@@@@
Duz nawt mattur n wut ordur u taeks tehm, teh gooz iz gonna flai acrost teh river adn eet teh grain ennewae.
catena yu aer brillyunt! LOL.
Calppity , clappity, clappity for Catena for de Zen koan!
Ai dohn figgers awt yet, buddai remmemmers u habta taek un bak an fort an bak an fort
Well, while we’re waiting for teh rest of teh Lardy Gras racers to arrive, let’s get things started with some musics!
As u know, we is celemabrating Collop Monday, a TTI holiday having to do with Lent, and moar importantly, bacon! They also has teh pancaek races. So we is doing songs about all of teh above. Here’s one about a turrible menace in TTI:
Werepigs of Lunnon
(wif aplologies to Warren Zevon)
♪♫
I sawr a werepig wif a zombie otter in his paw
Scamprin’ thru teh streets of Soho with a pout
He was lookin for a plate of pickloled eggs
Gonna get a big glass of Guinness stout
Chorus:
Weeekweeek, werepigs of Lunnon
Weeekweeek
Weeekweeek, werepigs of Lunnon
Weeekweeek
U hear him prowling around ur kitchen door
U better not let him in
Bag of pork scratchings got decimated late last night
Werepigs of Lunnen again
Weeekweeek, werepigs of Lunnon
Weeekweeek
Weeekweeek, werepigs of Lunnon
Weeekweeek
He’s teh impudent rodent, who ate his way thru Kent
Lately he’s been overfed in Mayfair
U better stay away u see, he’ll nom ur hole pantry
Pffft, he’ll eat moar than Liz Taylor
Weeekweeek, werepigs of Lunnon
Weeekweeek
Weeekweeek, werepigs of Lunnon
Weeekweeek
Well, I sawr Scrooge McPig scampring wif teh cween, doing teh werepigs of Lunnen
I sawr that lolpigburglar scampring wif teh cween, doing teh werepigs of Lunnen
I sawr a werepig drinkin some nice warm applol joose at LCB’s
And his hair was unkempt
Weeekweeek, werepigs of Lunnon
Lol whut
♪♫
*clappity clappity clappity floofee paws*
Where iz dat littlol werepig ennywaiz? Ai hazzint seed him fur menny wiles!
yay!!! *clappity clappity clappity*
Yay! Nyce jawb! LCB, I finks we may has bin channelin teh saym thots! *luks wurreed; goes bak in tyme, looks at mah FB posting frum this mornink* Hey! I just posted a linky to Werewolves of London! Whut a coinkidink!
Werewolves of London iz mai bownse up adn daon inna car beeting awn teh steering wheel wyle singing at teh tawp ov mai voyse sawng. Gonna has 2 lern teh nu lyrix nao! LCB, u r teh brillyant!
Catsablanca, yoo haz da kyootieest abatar inna da hole werld!! I hafta puts more and more an MORE goosie tapes onna my CHRG ebereetyme I luks at eet!!!
OH NOSE … I luk too meenee tymes!!!
S—P—L—O—R—T——–
Eye ar ded ….
duz kno wun care?
*runs getz teh crash cart
runz pusshin it — cn’t find key
skidz tu hawlt,
yoinks awf bukket, blu or whutebber
scrapes up teh braynz, time iz essntul so iz nawt tuu concerned tu getz tem awl
rinses dem wif lef tober champers frum teh mardy graw’s party
pours intu cabbity
slapz dawn teh bone peeces, w;uz nebber gud at teh jiggy saw puzzlols, nawt enuff pautence,
applys baving capp, taype, chrg (wdoi), more taype.
dusts awf hans: “Der, Ai fixed U.” (“Fixed”? Um, mebee shud have axed purrmissun first. Oh well, iz tuu layte nao.)
Uhhhhh ohhhhhh….. fankie Angelwaits … dats bedderer, ifink…. I stillz wooooozie, I hopes I kin dribe my nannerpancaek car otay …
*notisses she haz lef Elsa-Moma lyin in street, were cud get runz ober.
runz bakk, liffs teh E-M an darrys her gentlee tu teh SRL. Drags over softee chayre, wraps E-M in Veree Floofy Cheezpeepz Map Blankitt (TM).
Drags over smal taybull wif hawt chocklit drinkee, assordid noms (taykes wun for self, diz iz Werk!)
*In fact, sitz dawn, slides feetz under wun corner uv blankit, drinks lil bit uv anuvver cup uv hawt chawklitt, an dozez awf.
Onoes, wii haz a catsultee! Maek wae fur the CCC….wee-ooo-wee-ooo! CCC skidz 2 a stawp, Catsablanca grabbitiez cleening suppliez adn sweepsweepsweepz up Elsa_Mamaz braynez. Powrz braynes bak n2 teh braynium cabbity, putz hed bonez bak in playse. Ratzinfrazzin, furgot 2 rinsee tehm…..openz braynium cabbity, powrs n sparklee waturz, sux waturs owt wif rebersiblol vakuum, putz hed bonez bak in playse agin. Pullz awn CHRG wif DOI, duckee taeps in playse wif hot pink taep, tehn pulls 50′s style baving cap ober ebereefing adn duckee taeps it daon fur eggstra safetee. Wrapz EM inna softnfloofee blankee wif goosie fayses awn it adn gibs hur soem hawt chonklit adn a stak ov pancaeks wif sirrupz. U rezt heer adn wash teh pancaek rayses fur awyle. *Aplologizes fur cauzing teh splort inna nawt-sekond playse*
Fankieberrymuchlee!!! I gotsta goes doh, my frootiepancaek car iz waitin furr mee!!!
this wun slayz me. just slayz me. whut iz teh musiclol equivalent of a splort??
*clappity clappity*
This is a example of whut I was talking about where teh songs pretty much rite themselfs. I had a slightly different idear for this song, but teh werepig taked over.
It doesn’t come from me. It comes thru me. *nods*
Da Werepig cameded froo yoo? Ar yous OK?? Herez a BandAid an an an my Auntie Biotic weel halp yoo….
those muses, they iz teh unpredicatbul. *nods*
well u is a splendid vessel for teh moose, er, muse, ifinkso!
*claps wif teh rest*
LCB yu jus maed me laff so a bitt ub krab whut ai hapund tu be eetin hitt mai puter scrien!! “De werepig taked over”. Aifinkso dis ZACKLY hau Meoaw-zart feeled, tu!! ROFL.
Oooh!! YAY!! *clappity clappity*
Ai noe kan rays bihkaws ai dunawt has brawt teh pancaeks … instedd, ai wud lyk tu setzup a liddlol stannz alawng teh root uv teh rayse – itz teh stannz unner teh biggbiggbigg purplol brollie, daoun teh rode awn teh lefft. Ennewai, teh Faerie Gawdmamma loanded mih hurz majiklol suop pawt fur teh okayshun, adn ai has meltud awl sordid kyndz uv chonklit inz itt … intu wich ai has dipdipdippded kroonchee stripz uv baycum. Izza HYOOJ treet heerabowtz. Nawt soe shuur? Trai itz – yul lyk itz!
Styl nawt soe shur? Tehre izz awlsoetu chonklit-drizzlolleded poppycorms, chonklit dipdipdippded pretzlolz, chonklit dipded mushymellowz, adn foar teh figgyur-konshus amung uss, chonklit-dippdeded froot … awl wifowt kallereez, adn wifowt shugar ifz neads bih.
Mangia!
Ai bringz awl mai monies 2 ur stannz! *Reechez floofy orinj paw owt fur chonklit froot adn mushymellowz adn pretzlols adn, adn, adn…….
An ai wood liek tu set up teh rehab site fur teh racerz dat get oberheeted. *sets up manee sorded beverijis, noms, swoonin cowches wit teh floofy blankees*
Kin ai get sum NYG’s tu fan teh pert..parti..racers?
ohai tu yu! *ekstendse4ses floofy paw uv frenndshep tu Shatzee’smom* Itza lublollee dae fur pancaek rayses, doanchu finkso?
Ifz yu izz goeng tu has YNGs atz yur reehabb syte foar teh oburheeted raysurs, ai’ll bih bak inna minnit …
*stannz obur bubblolling pawt uv chonklit untyl sootiblolee oburheeted …* … halp. oh, halp! Ai hazza obur heetedness! Ai can has YNG? – Fan izz opshunell …
*Catsablanca stumblols n howlding floofy orinj paw ober 4hed* Ohai, Shatzee’smom, Aifinkso tihs rehab site iz a gud ideer. *Plopz daon awn swoonin cowch* Ai can has frooty beverij, noms adn NYG wif fan, pleez? Kthxswoonz.
Oh, yesh, NYG’s (wif or wifowt fans) are avalabul for all. Italiana an Catsablanca, wood yu be habbin teh beverijiz wif teh umbrellees?
*mixes drinkees wif a floorish*
Oh, here cums our Speshul Gests…teh local fyremens who have ben so kind tu respond to our emerg…emmer..paniks.
*passes trai wit sordid cheezez, crakers, froot slices and cold shrimps.* Shrimp, anyone?
ooh – shwimps adn YNGs!! Wunnerfuelnesses!!
BTW – wair didded yu getz yur floorish? It’z lubblollee. – mynez borked, adn ai knead tu getz a noo wun.
snicker!
there iz nuffin like teh invint eveniss!
Ooo Italiana, aifinkso ai shel hab tu gib dat a trai (ai wil eet ennyfing wuns). Baycon… dipt in choklit… heer goze… *crunch* *slurp* NOM!! nomNomNOM! Fankew.
Yu doan mind iff ai jus parkz maiself heer unner dis purplol brollee tu wotch de raes, du yu?
Welkum tu mai baykum stannz, TLC! Maik yurselv atz hoam!
*floofs upz kumfee pillolowses foar TLC tu lownj upawn* … moar baykum??? Halp yurselv!
TheLovecat, cans Ai join you under Italiana’s brollee? I luvs me some BACON!1!1! an…an…an…wit choklit!1!!! Wowsers!
*waits with an anxious abd eggsited for the pankake racers to start*
Ofankew Italiana! An Sweeneypie, aifinkso wee haz a wundermuss plais tu seez all deir anticks, wile – o gudnes! – habbin jus a BITT moar ob dis bayson wid choklit…. *coffs diskreetlee*
Wondermus song!!!! wOOt wOOt!! LCB captered the essense of dat one!
A bravooooora purrfurmints if ebber ai herd wun.
Yoo haz outdun yurself!!!
♫♪♫Awl mai burgerz ai will giv to YooOOOOoooo!!♫♪♫
um, lcb?
*shufflols feets shyly* i haz writed a song abowt bacon but i nebber aksded kimkiwi if i culd singing it cawz i had a bizzy an a frayd i wuld not be ablol to write it but i just did…
kan i singing it? (is based on albert morris’s graetest, perhpas onlyest, hit song)
I is not teh musiclol misdirectifyer for this event, but since she appears to have gotten stuck in a strawberry traffic jam, I say go rite ahead. Just start it in a new comment, so all teh clappitys nest appropriately!
*wonders just exactly whut song that might be…. hmmm….*
yays!! okay
oops, is morris albert, ifinkso. wun or teh ovver.
maiB shih foargawtted tu settz hur Strawberree Allarum Klok??
lol!
Could be. I did send her nearly two dozen Strawberry Letters to remind her, though. Hmph.
Butt(!!) – wur teh letturz delibberded bai Stromberree Shoartcaek????
plz to say yes, lcb, ai wud laik to heer it!
Attempting delurkification. Happee Lardy Gras awl!
ohai kittoon! welcum!
ai lurves ur name, iz wun uv my Morgan kitteh’s MANY niknames!
Ohai, kittoon! Welkum to Cheezland! Luuks liek u pickified a grayte day to delurk!
*extends floofee paw uv frendship*
Sowwy — dere iz sum butter & syrup on mah paw.
*lik lik lik*
Fankies, tessm. Dats muchlee beddur!
ohai kitton, nice to meeting yoo! *extends frendly paw ob floofship, i meen floofy paw ob frendship*
Hay, guise, teh race has started below!
ohai, kittoon!
*ekstendzez floofy paw uv frendshep tu kittoon*
…oopsies – dunawt mynd teh chonklit awn mai pawses, pleez … heer, haz sum chonklit-dipdipdipded baycum, adn a chonklit-cubberded banananana!
ohai kittoon! *eggstends floofy paw uv frendship* Happy Lardy Gras!
Ohai kittoon! delurkificayshun suckesfulle temptid. *stends floofee paw ob frenship*
WELCOM!
*Waivs Ohai wif floofy orinj nawt poysin paw* U iz teh sekond kittoon Ai haz nown. Hoep 2 c u arownd heer offen nao taht u r delurked!
dis was hilarious! wuz havin bad day, make me laff so hard, boss yellin @ me 2 b quiet in ma cubicle
{{{Gina}}} sry for bad day.
heer, has sum baycon. mayke everything bedder!
ifnkso yer boss needz ta reed dis too sew heez nawt such a stikkie inna da mud!! Kin seez heem now all big and puffies up, wif a red fase and ayes poppin owt …
“hey, no laffin at da werks — onlee werks heer!! Laffin nawt alloud!”
an now, my furst cheezsong evar!
(to teh toon ob “feelings”)
BACON
Bacon, wayting for my bacon,
Wayting for my bacon to get crisp
Pancaeks cuking on my griddle
Pancaeks cuking to eat my bacon wif
Bacon, for all my life I’ll nom it
I wish I’d nebber waysted time
Nomming sawsij or ham
Bacon, wo-o-o bacon
Wo-o-o, feel yoo so yummy in my tum
Bacon, bacon is my favrit fuds
And bacon, if they nebber sell it agin I’ll be sad
Bacon, for all my life I’ll nom it
I wish I’d nebber waysted time
Nomming sawsij or ham
Bacon, bacon is my favrit fuds
And bacon, if they nebber sell it agin I’ll be sad
Bacon, wo-o-o bacon
Wo-o-o, feel yoo so yummy in my tum.
Bacon, wo-o-o… (repeat and fade)
*bowz an runz frum stayje*
***Gibbs Lunarmommy beeg bookay ob flours***
Dat wuz wunnermus!!
Clappity – clappity!!
*clappity clappity*
*dans dans dans*
Brava LunarMommy! Truly laffin owt loud here! “Nebber waysted time monning sawsij or ham” so funnee!!
*klaps* Verreh nyce, verreh nyce!!!! Gave me teh hongries – two thumz . . . er, pawz . . . up!
*clappity clappity clappity ob de floofy paws* frows roses adn sordid flowers at stage* moar, moar!
Woot! Woot! Nom! Nom!
Woot! *clappity clappity until ur hands get chappity*
U is now teh required to rite songs for every Cheezevent. *nods*
aw shukks, lcb.
i iz not a musiklol jeenyus like yoo, i just had teh wurd “bacon” sung to teh toon ob “feelings” stukked in my hed.
*whispers* That’s pretty much how it works for me, too.
Tayks teh currage tu singz in frawnt uv teh otter peepz, Aifinkso, eben in Cheezland.
Nyce sawng, blastid mii back tu, um, 1975 oar sew.
w00t! w00t! Onn koar! Brava!! … inz uvver wurdz, yu dunn GUD!!
*fliks a Bick adn swaze tu teh moozik*
yay! gud job!
Nize job, lunarmommy! Bakon…who can refuze?
very lobberly song, maks mee hungry
*clappity clapppppity, clappppppity*
baconbaconbaconbacon’s gud 2 eats
wow Tessm… u has a talint!!
*applesause*
er… wuz nawt mai song! but fankyoo!
cwap!
sorry lunarmommy… um… BOFE of u has talints though! yesh yesh!
nies jobb, lunarmommy!! FANKEW. pleez tu com bak on staej tu taek yur bau? iz de beztest bit, aftur awl yur haerd wurk!! *clapz madlee*
Fantabulous…..*Clappity Clappity*
Vari empressfiez. Yu shud rekord dat. Yu maks a millyun!
He’s not Indian, unless he’s from a tribal area. Most likely Indonesian, possibly (doubtful) Burmese.
Or possibly Malaysian. The ‘serban’ (turban) style appears much akin to those worn in Malaysia.
indian schmindian… hoo caers? as long as kitteh saef
Yup. Glad you noticed that.
Although I don’t recall any severe floods in Malaysia lately, neither Peninsular nor Sabah and Sarawak. Sweet man, making sure to put kitty comfortably in a bucket and rescue. But then most Malay people love animals.
Selamat siang, saudara.
Noticed that the first time I saw the picture. Most probability a Malaysian, from the flood-prone eastern coast of West Malaysia.
Sorry ai’z laet. Iz fashunably laet? Where duz ai put mai pancake racer?
pancaek racer down teh thred, yoo iz perfekly fashunable!
Aiz trine tu git mai griddlol reedee, butt (!) IRL keepz inner uptin me! **wavez tu raycers and singurs**
Ok, I guess we can start teh races now. Everybuddy has builded a racing pancaek man/woman/child/whutever? Gud. U can see that teh YNGs has marked a course throughout Cheezland. Beware of obstackles and syrup spills. Also hongry spectators. Whoever makes it thru the course first without crashing or being eated wins!
On ur mark, get set, GO!
*haz pancaek alien wif five legs, fortifyed wif extry weet bran for strengf. cuked in bacon drippings for nomalishuness – um, wayt, mebbee tahts not being such a gud idea…*
My pancake car body is made of marshmallows four to be exact. It has a bacon airfoil. Two dollar pancake wheels on da front and four dinner plates pancakes on the back two each side for burnouts. The lettering is made of chocolate syrup with “5 eagles” from front to back. I has two cherries for back lights and two yellow gum drops for the front lights. The two doors on either side are made of graham crackers.
(is this what you meant for a race car.)
hmm, 5eagles, sumhow i dont fink yor racecar iz going to make it to teh finish line, sownds nomalishusly taysty!
Oh I jest founded dis frooty pancaek car — Haz sliced nanner wheelies and pinnyapool seats wif strawbury doors — awl ober tops ub da sooper strong pancaek unnercarriage … eet uzes double kreem budder and real mapol situpp furr fuel…
BUtt Iz habbib a hard tymes dribbin since my bwains iz still awl ober da plase frum my SPLORT … oh nose *CRASH* sorree LM I tooked off wun ub yer legs
LOL! Ai haz a gladd that Ai camed bak tu this fred!
*sitz on folding chair on deh sidelinez
*tu halp
nom deh loozerzcheer on deh winnerz*My cweem…may I join you
*bows and sweeps gaily festooned bacon hat wit feathers*
May I join you? *holds out bag ‘o choccobacon bits*
Gremlin drives past in a hoppt-up racing skooter, with 4 pancakes as wheels. Behynt teh skooter, holdin onto teh bak, is Ruby teh Owtbord Hummingburd, her wings flying fastfastfast!
POUR TEH SAUCE TO HER! – Grem kries. Release teh syrup!!!!! Ruby goes krayzee!
And in a FLASH, they ar OFF in a blur of wings, wheels, and syrup!
lunarmommy’s 5-legged alien apncaek runz by, an trips over leg #3!!!
TTC’s Corgi shapped pancake gowes rollint bye furrriously, verrry looong shapped pannycaek, wit a looong wheely base, adn a shortt turning radiuss, fliyng teh Tiny Ingerland flagg, …flies bye teh 5 legged alien apeancake, addn teh racing skooter, goes intu teh turn, adn……………………den?
Ai haz a pancaek gurl, seh has thinlee slyced applol for hur haer, nd is wearink a dress maed frum baykin slyces.
*nomming noysis hurd*
Ai iz sowwee, mai pancaek gurl will be unablol to compete in teh rayse, on account of how sumwun (ai donut noes hoo) haz just bited hur hed off. *burp*
*throws paws over eyz* I kant watch! I kant watch! Violenz! Violenz! ACK!!!!
Suddenly teh hoppt-up skooter Grem is driving veers WILDLY OWT OF KONTROL!!!!!!! Halp! Halp! . . .
Teh Corgi continyues hiz relentuless racing, teh flagg flappifying in teh aer, rolling over teh road, and varyous small tings such as bits of bakyum, *stops to catch one in mouth nom* adn smashifying into one of teh stannz, oh no teh huge manatee, oh pleez will summin hep this owt of teh controll Corgi??
5 eags see the manatee and throws a banana at TrollingTomCat and then splits.
*nomz deh banana split!
Mmmmmmmmmmmm. YUM.
*5 eags flies by gremlin and bumps gremlin”s car with his so gremlin stays on da track. Continues down the track letting go exhaust tat smells like bacon and sausage burgers on a Sunday morning sleep over.
Fankees, 5 Eagles!
*teh volvo/huvver racer inches up on gremlin*
*a beeg belch uv hunny exhaust stiks teh tew racers together CRASH*
*acuz iz a volvo, der is nawt a stritch on teh racer*
*aifinkso teh impact causez gremlin’s racer to regayn control*
Fankees, KaiEm!
mai racer haz a rownd bottum, acuz ai cud not figyur owt how to maek any other shape til it wuz finnish. But tehn ai yoozd a metal tin to maek a square lump on tawp ov it! Soez, it luks laik a volvo spaceship, an it huvvers, a liddl.
*racer belches stikky clowd of hunny*
Oh! did ai menshun iz hunny powerd?
*racer huvers down teh trak, onlee to go over a syrrup puddle and get stuck!*
TTC’s Corgi shapped pannycake racer slololy reganes teh controll, adn gets stuck in teh same syrrup puddlol az KaiEm. TTC jumpifys off teh pannycake and likks up sum of teh syrrup, so az to keep it frum being a rode hazrd of corse!
Heer cumz da frootypancaek carz wif a de-sported E_M at da wheel — its weevin awl ober da plase – oh why wuz my bwains rinsed in Champerz????
One Pinnyappol seet flyies owt an smashinfies all ober da trak leebin a biggie mess behinny …
*now dat teh puddlol is gon, teh volvo huvver racer spludders off nek adn nek wiv teh corgi shapped racer*
An cwashes inta da pile ub pinnyappol inna da stweet and slamz inta da frootypancaek car nokkin off wun ub da nanner wheelies!!
Da frootypancaek car swervez outta control!!
*KaiEm flings sordid fruits leftover frum brekkfist at teh froootypancaek car in attempt to maek up for teh lost nanner wheelie*
*KaiEm iz not very gud at winnin but iz gud at bein a gud sport*
aifinkso ai may be makin it wurse!
Oh nose — a chunk ub leftober smooshee cheery pit gits stukked onna da wheelie plase …. hmmmm… iz betterer dem nuffin … now da frootiepancaek car onlee swerbin mildly …. WEEEEE dis iz da fun…
*swerb, swerb, swerrrrrrbbbbbbbbb*
E_M swerbs into Gremlin! Suddinly Gremlin KRASHES!!!! She lands in a pile of marshmallow kreme, which cheezpeeps has thotfully places awl arownd teh trak. She kralws owt of teh mosheen, noms sum marshmallow kreme, and is seen whispering into teh eer of Ruby teh Owtbord Hummingbird. Ruby nods kwikly, then FLITS DOWNTHRED TO HALP RESKYEW TEH KITTEH IN TEH BUKKIT!!!!!
Hooray! We hears teh tynee sownd of CHARJ!!!!! and away she goes!
downthred
goes
Ruby
V
V
TTC seas Gremlin KRASHE! Ob korse he iz halplez aginst teh marchmellow kreme, adn must stop adn nom sum. Buy de tiem he getz bakd in teh Corgi pannycaek, he sees teh Gremlin pannycaek powered buy Ruby teh Owtborn Hummingbird, flie pazt !!!! Luks liek Gremlin mai take dis race…………..
Wut happined to lunar’s five legged racer? I’z not seen it since hur tripped!
*likkz lipz*
wuz nommy!1!!!
did anybuddy winz da rase?? Oar wuz awl da nommy car eeteed awl upz???
ai donut finkso anybuddy eeted mine. Wuz nawt very appa…appet… tastee-looking. Juss a lump uv pancaek wiv hunny exhawst.
8)
*gentlee prys open cweenmj’s mouf*
lunarmommy? iz u in der?
*in der … in der… in der* Ooooo an ekko!! Cweenee must steel bee hongry … watchout KaiEm!!
We haz lawst most of teh razers!! Whoo Wun??!
aifinkso we needz teh imparshul judj.
nawt judj joody neever aifinkso.
U no teh kittehs, teh prolly ated tem awl, adn dey were bery nommable
ifinkso taht meens teh kittehs are teh winners.
OH LM!!! yoo bee safee!! Wii foughted dat da Cween eeted yoo when shee eeted yer pancaek racer!!!
o fank ceiling cat u iz ok!
*A litlol conga rat fays appears fru behynd teh kurtin*
*And a lemming merengue skwirrl*
*And a salsa chipmunk*
*Conga rat whispurs to merengue skwirll – go and waek taht layzee kimkiwi up – Lardy Gras has startid orlreddy*
*Kimkiwi appeers on teh staeg, dressed in a baykin bikini wib pancaeks for teh booby bitz*
Ohai cheefrenz and welcum to Lardy Gras – ai aer sorry ai iz laet! Ai wants to welkim mai frend Rene Codgers onto teh staeg. He gonna halp me wib a song corled teh Cheezfrenz Travelling Song. Yew kin sing along to teh toon of “Islands in the Stream”
Iffin you lukk on a map yew’ll see a playse
Teeny tynee, don’t taek up mutch spayse
A vewwy litlol land
Fitz into the parm of a pursun’s hand
Not teww menny peepil nd dere’s not mutch reum
A phew splortscars that goes vroom vroom vroom
Shud be orl we need
To go haz a lukk around
Oh oh weer are we?
This playse it be so tynee
But the peepil’s smiles iz so vairy shinee
We kin ried in our splortscar, ah ha
Kin yew gess weer we are ah ha
Tinee Ingerland
Well yew iz so small
Onlee need a dae
To driev raound it orl
Wib a stop of cors
Fur a cheezburgur
And wi’ll stop to pet kittehs ah ha
Becos they are so pretty, ah ha
At the verry top yew got John O’Groats
(Iffin yew don’t stop ai hoep the splortscar floats)
Tehn yew hed awae
Keep on hedding souf nd yew’ll be otay
Evenchilly yew’ll find yoreself at Land’s End
Nuffink but waddur (not the splortscar’s frend)
And yew’ve dun yore trip
Phunee haow the tiem seemed to flai riet bai
Naow naow don’t yew crai
Heer iz orl our Cheezfrends
And iz tiem for noms, letz have a piknik
Tehn turn the car araound, ah ha
And go bakk up the eyelind, ah ha
Tinee Ingerland
Well yew iz so small
Onlee need a dae
To driev raound it orl
Wib a stop of cors
Fur a cheezburgur
And wi’ll stop to pet kittehs ah ha
Becos they are so pretty, ah ha
W00t!!! *whist lolz*
Yay!!!!!
is that an itsy bitsy
teenie weenie
bacon pancaek bikini?
And she’s so HOT innit, it’s sizzlin!
I snerked at deh ‘teenie weenie’
*hedz tu Nawty Barn
ok, honest-to-gudness subjekt line in my span folder today:
“You need to have an appropriate length of an item in order to have any woman you want.”
not shur if dis iz nawty barn material or not. could be tawking abowt a rooler. or ekstenshun cord. or peece ob plywud for making a bukshelf.
strand of pearls?
a tennis bracelet?
Or maybe it’s the number of digits in teh bank account balance?
yesh, that’s it! a appropriately long bank akkownt ballanse!
yay!! *clappityclappityclappity*
A song for the End-to-End! HubbyCat and I mayd this dribe one day and got the certifycayte but didn heer the song till nao! So naice KimKiwi!!
YAY! Clappity clappity!@@@@@!
*wyps tee frum monnytur afftur spyooin itz tehre frum laffin obur teh mentull pikshoor uv teh ‘pancaeks fur teh booby bitz’*
*hedz awf tu teh Nawty Barn* – teh chonklit-baycum stanndz wyl has tu sirbibe (oar imm bibe) wifowt mih foar a fyoo minnitz, aifinkso
*is not so sure ackshully that u only needs a day, but applauds wildly anyways*
Iz otay, skwirrlgrrl, ai wentid to teh Bewroo of Arts and gettid LOTS of artistik lisinsez.
like dis wun?
whoopsie… try again.
Ai laiks it!
While teh race gets underway, let’s has some moar musics!
Here is a modern-day paean to a true Golden Girl.
Aunt Jemima
(wif aplologies to Loleonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah”)
Now I’ve heard there was some syrup stored
Way in the back, in teh top cupboard
But u don’t rly care for pancaeks, do u?
Try some of this
It’s sweet, it’s rich
First pour some on, your fork then lift
Just sample some delicious Aunt Jemima
Aunt Jemima, Aunt Jemima
Aunt Jemima, Aunt Jemima
The taste was strong but u needed proof
U felt her feeding ur sweet tooth
Her likeness on teh bottle overthrew u
She wooed u
In teh kitchen chair
She broke u down with her maple flair
Now through ur lips u draw that Aunt Jemima
Baby, I’ve been here before
Tried Log Cabin, Vermont and moar
I used to use Karo before I knew u
I tried breakfast at the Golden Arch
But it’s naught but grease and starch
It’s stone cold and it’s not worthy, Aunt Jemima
Aunt Jemima, Aunt Jemima
Aunt Jemima, Aunt Jemima
Aunt Jemima, Aunt Jemima
Aunt Jemima, Aunt Jemima
Aunt Jemima, Aunt Jemima
Aunt Jemima, Aunt Jemima
Aunt Jemima, Aunt Jemima
Aunt Jemima, Aunt Jemima
etc.
yay!! taht iz jeenyus! *clappityclappityclappity*
clappity clappity clappity
Brava LCB, yew is full of teh ossim!
I’m in awe LCB! A complex song, singed at the Lympics openin, and nao here for our enjoys! Standing O!!1!
Seems like they sing it *everywhere* these days. Justin Timberlol did a surprisingly good version in teh telethon thingy for Haiti a few weeks ago.
I know there’s moar verses to teh song but I writed this rite before teh race started and didnot has time to finish. Glad u guise liek it!
it is teh awesum!!
Woot, woot!!!! Ai lubs it, LCB! Keep ‘em coming, unfinished or nawt.
it wuz in wun ob teh shrek moovies too, ifink.
yep — dats da wun i awlwaez heerz inna my hed …
Oh hai Lunarmommy!! *whisspurrz: U reddy?? I iz reddy!!
I haz a post awl set fur deh negst lol!!!
Oh, LCB!!! Yoo has owtDUN yorself! I lubs this! Hallelujah!
*clappityclappity* YAY! Wih neads tu passowt Grammykrakur Awardz foar Bestest Sawngs EBBUR tu awl teh wunnerfullee talon tudd cheezepeepses hoo reeroat teh sawngs … adn mayded tehm sooooe meowtch bedderer tehn teh rijjinulz, aifinkso!
*clappity clappity clappity*
dat wuz amayzing!
And here’s teh linky to teh Timberlake vershun from Concert for Haiti. Feel free to sing along!
That is a man with a great heart, saving his goose and his kitty from the floods! So it’s a nice thing.
(Ok, a goose does not need saving from water. But at kitty needs it doubly so.
Mabye it is teh goose whut is saving teh kitteh and teh mans.
kitteh’s goose is NAWT cooked!
goose is saving kitteh frum teh man, whut is always tryin to keep kitteh down!
Homie the Kitteh, don mess aroun….
Then who is keeping teh goose down?
I haz it in mai pillow.
*hedpillow*
snicker out lawd
hauw du yu gett down frum en elefant?
really tawl stares?
u don’t! u get down frum a duk!
*klimbes down frum reelly tawl duk* Um, OK. Whut nao?
*hedduk*
neu snicker, neu dai.
*hands gremlin a gift-rapped copy uv “101 elolophant jokes” frum bak inna dae*
*wishes she cud really find that buuk IRL*
*duks adn runz … wifakwiknes*
*runs in late agin*
sry…. I had a littel teknical trubble… I came to teh rong lol, and teh syrup dried in teh meantime, and I gotted stuck there!
*would faint but is unable to bendify due to being covered in crystallized syrups*
*whispurs* I wuld try to halp yoo but I am up the thred a bit krashing mah pankcayk car, KthxHalpMePleez.
erm… how abowt I send some skwirrls to halp?
HAY! Chester… get ur team upthred to halp gremlin, an no messin about!
*sprayz da stiky skwirrl wif selterz water inna HUGEE sprayz bottol wif giant nozzle* Iz dat bedder?? Da fizzies weel halp ta dissolbe awl dat sugarz!!!
*sends inna hunnerds un nicee beez ta gets alla disobed suggars offa da stikky skwirrl* Der all da stikkies gones and da beez bee makin hunny wif it!!
*lik lik lik*
hay… that tikkles!!
*kimkiwi appeers bak on teh staeg, dressd in a loincloth (no loins was harmd in teh maeking of tihs dress*
Heer be another song – drgnfly wroeted it butt (snikr) seh cannot bee heer todae. Iz to teh toona of Teh Flintstones:
Bakun, ai lubs bakun!
Annee taim ai eet it itz a treet!
Brekfest is mai fabrit,
Scrambloled yeggs an hashbrowns kant be beet!
Letz go mayke sum pancaykes tu go wif,
Ai kud wip ‘em up in juss a jiff!
Wen yu eet da bakun,
Izza yummee yummee tum taime
Letz go git sum taim,
Wheel habs a gay owld taim!
*nomnomnnomnnomnomnomnomnom*
Yabba Dabba Lol!
Also brilliants! Yay, yay, clappitty, clappity. Onlee problem is nao I will has that theme song in my poor hed all day!
*sneekz on stage wen no wun iz looking*
I wud like tu dedee kayting dis tu mai favrit cheezpeep, Guinness
BaykinPiggeh!!“Baykin Tyme” tu deh tune uv Sugartime
Baykin in deh morning
Baykin in deh eeb ning
Baykin at supper tyme
I lubz mii sum baykin
I lubz it awl deh tyme!
Pancaekz in deh morning
Pancaekz in deh eeb ning
Pancaekz at supper tyme
I lubz mii sum Pancaekz
I lubz dem awl deh tyme!
Sizzlol on deh griddlol
Adn fry it up awl brown
I lubz nomming Baykin
I nomming it awl down.
Baykin in deh morning
Baykin in deh eeb ning
Baykin at supper tyme
I lubz mii sum baykin
I lubz it awl deh tyme!
Now baykin tyme
Iz anytyme
Dat itz heer
Kuz itz so deer
So fry it up
Pour sum cawfee in mai cup
And wii will nomming awl day long!
Baykin in deh morning
Baykin in deh eeb ning
Baykin at supper tyme
I lubz mii sum baykin
I lubz it awl deh tyme!
I lubz mii sum baykin
I lubz it (lubz it)
Awl (awl), awl deh ti-i-i-i-ime!!
yay! *clappity clappity along*
All hail the Qween. Had no idee baycon rymed wif so menny things!
Bacon goes wif EVERYthing!
Yu aer rite! Bacon pizzza? Yum! Bacon pasta? Yum! Bacon salad? Yum! Bacon sammich? Yum! Bacon candy? Italiana sez Yum! So we ahs a yooniversal troof of bacon, discovereded rite here!
YAY! *clappityclappity foar hur majjistee!!!*
*ell bowses wae tu stayjj tu prezent a hyooj bassy kit uv chonklit-dipdipdippded baykum as tryb yoot tu hur majistee*
*loud applolsause*
*rummblerumblerumble*
*a humongus wad-luukin bawl of pekan-bananana pancaek comes rollin up laet tu teh starting lyne*
*an exkape door pops opun an a hed pokes owt*
Iz it too layte?
Itz nebber too late in Cheezland!!!
Go, Pancake racer, go!!!
Go Pancaek Racer Go!!!
Hear he comes, Hear comes Pancaek Racer!
He’s a gridol on wheelies
He’s a gridol and he’s gonna be nommin awl da bacon
He’s gaining on you so you better look alibe
He’s busy revving up the powerful Spatula Fibe
And when the odds are against him and tear’s daaangerous werk ta do
You bet your life Pancaek Racer’s gonna nom it through
Go Pancaek Racer
Go Pancaek Racer
Go Pancaek Racer goooooooo
He’s off and flippin as he butters the car around the track
He’s jellyin down the syrup like he’s never coming back
Adventure’s (an Bacon’s) waiting just aheeeeeeeeaaaaad
Go Pancaek Racer
Go Pancaek Racer
Go Pancaek Racer Go!
tehre’z gotta bih a Caturday moarneng kart tune inz tehre sumwair, aifinkso!!
*starts to rolol on the course, avoidin teh NYG’s , period….pirodik…once in a wile candeed pekans drop off of teh pancaek ball*
Ai hope there iz a hill soon…..
Pancaek Racer teeterz at da top ub da beegest hill inna Cheezeland an den shee rollz ober da topz and starts down!!
Go Pancaek Racer Go!!!
*Follows Pancaek Racer nommin awl da candeed pekans fallin affa da pancaek ball*
Oh, hazta start trottin as da Pancaek Racer startsta rollz fasterer and speedeeier …
Go Pancaek Racer Go!!!
With apololgies to Ase of Base
(and to everywun elz kawz ther’s no pancayks or bakon in this song, sorrykthxgetsomeyorself)
Red Bukkit Ride, sung to teh toon of Break My Stride
Last night I had teh strangest dream,
I sailed away to China, with a thin-nekked goose behynd me,
and you said you had to get your laundry clean.
There’s a turbaned old mah behind me, what does that mean? And you said…
(chorus)
Ain’t nothin’ gonna end mah ride,
No goosie’s gonna slow mah bukkit down, oh no,
I’ve got to keep on rowin’.
Ain’t nothin’ gonna end mah ride,
I’m never gonna tuch dry ground, oh no,
I’ve got to keep on movin’.
You said yood halp me, now you’re plain as gone,
Steerin this bukkit’s nawt easy, now aym feline reelly queasy.
You look at me and suddenlee – WHEE!! – aym past.
Is that the reason why you’re swimmin’ so fast? And you said…
(chorus)
(neva neva ‘nother goose like you)
Push me over…
(neva neva ‘nother goose like you)
Drag me under…
(if i need another goose like you)
I would tell him…
(never want another goose like you)
Have to say…
HEY!
(chorus)(2x)
I’ve got to keep on movin’ movin’ movin’ movi-in’ oh oh
I’ve got to keep on movin
Um, sumbuddy – halp?
*holds up Stop sign*
Did taht halp?
*kitteh floats past stop sign* Um . . .
*runs aftur kitteh wib lassoo*
Katch!
*kitteh grabs teh lasso!*
Pull meh in, pull meh in!!!!
I wuld nawt, culd nawt, miss that noose.
I wuld nawt, culd nawt, lose that goose . . .
Hold on, goose!!!!
And SUDDINLY teh whir of tynee wings is herd!
Ruby teh Owtbord Hummingbird, in a raynbow of kullur, flies throo teh ayr and places herself at teh bak of teh red bukkit!
With a whir of wings, and a grayt effort, she STEERS TEH KITTEH TO SAFETY and to dry land!!! Also safe are goosey and teh turbaned man, hoos role in this we ar never reelly shur of. . . but Ruby sayves heem too, as at teh last minnit, he places his hands on teh bukkit and hangs on for dear lyfes.
Teh cheez-peeps cheer! Ruby, owr hero! Teh kitteh krawls owt of teh bukkit, wobbles arownd a bit, and noms some BACON!
And they awl liv happily ever after, kthxthisisthehappyendingweallwerehopingfor, hooray!
yay! *cheers clappity clappity* gremlin u iz teh talinted.
Dat iz Wun Strawng Hummer Byrd!
Wud she lyke sum bakyon? Msaybee in lil peeces?
Wow! Did u just rite that just now? Or was u being teh éclairvoyant again?
Either way, clappityclappityclappityclappityclappityclappity!
*shyly* I rited it just nao. When I saw teh pikshor, teh furst wurds that poppt into mah hed wuz teh “Last nite I had teh stranjest dream” lyriks. After that, it wuz cut and paste and edit and presto digito, away we go!
Ase of Base?? WHUT??
*snif* used to lurve Mathew Wilder version, aifinkso… ai is SO out uv tuch wiv teh modern wirld… ai just sits heer in mai corner an let it pass me by… *SOB SOB SOB*
*puts arm arownd Tess* Shh, nao. Is teh verreh saym sawng! Is OK! I lykes it, hoosumever singifies it.
Time is onlee a state of mind; we refyuzes to particimapate; time is but a stream we goes a-fishing in, as Thoreau wunz sed.
*snifful* oh, OK. sry to go awl emoshunal. fankees. *HONK*
wuz gud song u rited there, BTW!
Fankees. That wuz a really realistik goose honk yoo got ther!
wow u is KWIK gremlin! awesum song on teh fly!!
ackshully I was just struck by inspirashun… I had not finded any until just a few minnits ago. so I will try to finnish it… it mite be showing on teh next lol though…
Go hed! Put it here! We will awl coem bak and look . . .
Ai thought of Mafew Wilder, too, TEssm. We is matjoor cheezpeeps, u an me. We have rich eggs peereeance in moosic. Not laik dese yang peeps who only noes wun vershun of a song – and often is nawt a bery gud vershun. WOOT, GREMLÍN!!! U has a wunnermus brain!!!
YAY! *clappityclappity* Izza gudfing ai izz teh bawss uv mai off iss, aifinkso – kawz nonebuddee kan tells mih tu stawp laffin soe lowd oar tu stawp syngen teh sawengz atz teh tawp uv mai lunks!
*clappityclappityclappiy* brillyunt!
It appears I also owes apololgies to Matthew Wilder as well.
Sing along if yoo lyke; here’s teh linky to teh Wilder videyo of Break My Stride, teh sawng upon which mah parody wuz based.
Ok, one moar from me then I has to go officiate somewhare else. *pouts*
LCB takes teh stage, dressed in flow-y chiffon robes covered by a gingham apron. She strums a lolguitar while lolpigburglar and Scrooge McPig play saxamaphone and the Cheezland Safareh Park Tour Guide plays odonpiano. LCB sings a song of about teh griddle of teh ages.
Into teh Bisquick
(wif aplologies to Van Morrison and “Into the Mystic” which is one of LCB’s very favritiest songs ever)
Sing along
(best to right click on teh link and open it in a new tab/window)
(and u can only play it all teh way thru once)
(but it’s totally worth teh 89 cents to buy it)
(trust me)
(better yet, get teh hole alblum, Moondansdansdans. Is teh fantabulous.)
♫♪♫
We were bored in teh kitchen
Also hunger, we had some
Thought that pancaeks would be yum
So we dipped into the Bisquick
Hark, now hear teh bacon fry
Smell the tea and toast the rye
Get ur bowl and fill it high, mixing teh Bisquick
And when that batter cooks I will be nomming some (mmm-mmm)
And when the batter cooks I want to smear it
With hot buttered syrup
And I want to nom ur crispy roll
Piled high in stacks in a glaze of gold
And if evenchully we want moar
We have the Bisquick
(lolpigburglar and Scrooge McPig play saxamaphones)
When that batter cooks u know I will be nomming some
And when the fluffy batter cooks I got to smear it
With hot buttered syrup
And I want to nom ur crispy roll
Piled high in stacks in a glaze of gold
And if ever we want moar
We have the Bisquick
Come on skwirrls…
(lolpigburglar and Scrooge McPig play moar saxamaphone)
I has to burp now…
♫♪♫
LCB, I lubs this sawng too. Yoo has reelly dun it justice!
I finks I saw teh Beeg Man, Clarence Clemons, from teh E St Band, joynin in on that saxomophone riff ther. Woot woot!
*Upfi is speechless frum LCB’s grate show*
yay!! *clappityclappityclappity* iz wunse agin overwelmed at teh myoosiklol graetness ob teh cheezland shows!
Applolsaus, applolsaus fur awl teh talinted adn creatib peeps!! Teh raysers, teh sawngs, teh, teh, teh ebbryfing!!! @@@@@@@@@@@
*Kimkiwi appeers on teh staeg agin, dresed in a Unyin Jak flag dress (jist liek Gingur Spyse)*
Ai haz to start tihs neckst song wib an aplologee to our TTI Cheezfrenz – ai noes yew is not liek tihs at orl. Butt (tee hee) heer in Eensy Weensy Noo Ziland we gets a lot of telebishin programs weer Ingerlish peepil desied to moeb to anudder countree and has teh lots of problims with teh noo cultur.
So tihs song be corled Gess Wot, and yew kin sign it to teh toona of Pink’s So What:
Ai iz a middil-ayged Inglish guy, goink on holly dae
Wants to goes sumweer sunnee, butt not tew farr awae
Ai’z gonna go to Spayne, down to the Costa del Sol
Becos iz jist like Ingland nd duzzint seem forin at orl
Na na na na na na na
Ai rilly shud stae at hoem
Na na na na na na na
Straenj stuf maeks me moan
Gess wot, ai iz frum Ingland
Taht maeks me Inglish
And ai noes yew
Deep daown rilly wish that
Yew waz like me
Nd yew yaz Inglish tew
Cos we ruel
Teh hoel wirlld
Becos we sez so
Gess wot, ai iz frum Ingland
On mai holly day
(Uh, check my passport, huuuuh)
Wentz owt for a wark to getz sumtihng for mai tee
Tehy traied to gibs me paella, aer tehy kiddink me?
Duzzint want enee forin muk, want stayk nd kidlee pi
Bringz me a plaet of fishies nd chips or sumboddee’s gunna dai
Na na na na na na na
Wai dud yew sae ‘hola’
Na na na na na na na
Yew’z an idjit, yesh yew aer
Gess wot, ai iz frum Ingland
Taht maeks me Inglish
And ai noes yew
Deep daown rilly wish that
Yew waz like me
Nd yew yaz Inglish tew
Cos we ruel
Teh hoel wirlld
Becos we sez so
Gess wot, ai iz frum Ingland
On mai holly Ai
day
ROFL!!!! Dere be a bit of troof in tehre, kimkiwi. And teh song wud have wurked wif Germins, two …
*nodnodnod*
*sigh*
and norbeejeeuns…
***KLAPPITY KLAPPITY! BWILLYUNT!*** pink iz wun ov mai faybrits!
Awl teh sawngs and raysurs iz bwillyunt! Aiz been lurkin win Ai kin. Stoopy pleh reel life!
an Amurrikanz ub curse!
Yup, wuz gunna say sew maiself.
oh yay!! *clappityclapptiyclapity* *my clappitiz are starting to fall apart frum so much clappitying!
Dis kitteh nawt habbin FUN!!!
NAWt enchoyin deh ride!
*whispurs* We gayv heem a happeh ending up thred a bit.
But I DUZ wunder whut is teh storeh behynd this pikshor . . . and wishes them a IRL happeh ending to go with teh wun we givd them here . . .
Gotta run nao, wuz phun playin, see yawl laytur! *waves; throws Ruby treats for being such a gud humminkburd*
Ah, gudd! Ruby izza HERO!
Deh man dohnd luk wurreed, so dey awl be ok IRL, aifinkso! Hopeso!
*catena sahshaez een werun eh browne tabbie kittehsuyt wif ef brown kitteh mask*
heer…fur dose awf yu tirud awf brakeefuss nomz….ai jus mayd sum hoymayd fryde reis!
Yum – Egg Foo Brekfist!!
WooT! WooT! Moast eggsalint!!
Otay cheezoeeps, ai haz to goes do sum pleh IRL stuffs nao. So ai wil borrow LCB’s chiffon outfit frum upthred, and sing tihs for yew, to teh toona of Teh Doors’ People are Strange:
Peepil tork straeng wen yore in Ingland
Sae phunny tihngs liek “biscuits” and “crisps”
To goes up wun fliet tehre’s no elebator
Nuh-uh, in Ingland, yew takes a “lift”
In Ingland, yore bladdur is probiblee doomed
In Ingland, cos no-wun goes to teh baffruum
Butt dont swet
Tehre’s hoep yet
Say “toylet”
Peepil tork straeng wen yore in Ingland
Dont haz no sidewarks, iz “footpaths” for tehm
And on tohse “footpaths” yew wont see garbidj
Teh piels of “rubbish” obskewer teh vue
In Ingland, noweer to hied orl yore junk
In Ingland, cos noen of tehir cars haz a trunk
Butt haow cyoot
Iz korled “boot”
Wot a hoot
:snerk: :snarflol: :giglol:
adn doen *tink* awf askun fur eh ‘napkin’.
yu shoulda sene teh luk teh waytah gafe mii!
sew whut iz a “napkin” cawled inna dat silleh Ingerland??
“serviette”
*lol* thats funny! *clappityclapeityclpatiy*
So…what happens if someone writes normally on the wall? Does the website implode on itself?
Hi, AllieWallie. Nope, technically nothing goes wrong, but you just might get some funny looks!
*extends floofy paw* Welcome to Cheez-land!
Oh 2 funneh…..Ai traied 2 log awn tihs avternoon adn teh site wuz daon. Wuz nawt ur fawlt, AllieWallie, wuz prolly cuz sew menne peeps wuz heer fur the pancaek rayses. Coem plae heer ennetyme, n Lolspeak oar English. BTW, Ai cawls mai Molly cat MollyWally.
ohai, ai justs hads a weirds dreamins.
ai wuz chaseded downs da freeways bai a hole lots ob racein vehicles dat smellllled lik bacon, bubudder and pancakes badder and syrups.
anybuddy elses be dreamin dis 2?
ai thinks iz sweets tha hooman iz tryin to saves tha kitteh from tha floods <3
LOL that’s not an Indian man!
O deer Burgherz an Frenz in Cheezland ~
Ai hav a deep sad tath ai cudn’t bee her this fur ths tasty an nootrishus event. Ai laffed at teh sawgs an wuz thrilled bai teh race – an so verree prowd tath ai akshoollee NOE awl these wunderful peepl.
If Maus were heer, ai wud axw him fur hiz hankee, cuz ai haz teh slitelee leekee aiez rite nao.
{{{{JCH4K}}}}} Dame Janet of Cheezland, yoo is always here with us in spirit!
The dude’s Malay, btw. Or one of the related indo-chine ethnicities. Not Indian.
lol lol lol lol lol!
Teh hangoverz.
Wers Doug?
yu had da bukkit!
teh bukkit. I has finds it
da lolrus’ bukkit iz blue, nawt red.
I think he’d find this a good replacement tho