
THE EMPIRE MEETS LETHAL LORD NOM
i fink we needz a bettur empire…
Faeborit Coment: “Obsurv as teh storm trupers all fall on tehr heinies.
(Do tehy just have slipperloly shues on? I haf alwaes wundered.)” – Duffy
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An dat’s teh end uv teh Empire!
Congaz, Anni! A solo furvest frum larst.
Is all your baking done? Or si there more to do be-4 you go off to drive antique omnibus? (Yes, I know you do nawt drive, but I liek the image of it…)
Well, Ai finisht awl teh baekin fur teh moozeeum an Puddy haz cullektid it in teh Puddy-mobile. Den mai sistur foned 2 sai teh famblee ree-yoonyun wuz awn affer awl an cud Ai maek teh krissmuss puddins an a caek……! (dass mai yooshuel jawb and Ai injoi doin it reelee!)
Does Krimmsuss (huh?) puddings include froot caek? Yum! I luvs me some froot caek.
Teh caek iz a ritsh froot caek, teh puddins aer mai taek awn teh awld fashund plum puddin – lossa vine froots, nuts an….. *droolz*
Okay. Will you set up portkeys? Nenne can help.
Um.. wassa portkey?
Ai lukked it up! Ai cud yooze dat sort uv majik!
Doesn’t need a death star
Teefs du a prittee gud jawb!
*Hopes The Empire doesn’t strike back this time*
“Loook, ai am ur Fathur, pleez nawt tu nom me”
Free advice. If you give a light sabre toy to a 5 yr old, it makes you a GREAT aunt and a terriblol sister.
Nawt az bad a z a drum kit, tho!
Mai faibrorit iz teh clikkee fwogs
Gud one, anni! *Adds to lolmas list*
Dass ownlee iffn u doan’t liek ur sistur!
ai culd live wif dat.
Teh nomz iz strong in this one.
LOL… euws teh noms Luuuk
yeah, eat it rite. Luuuk awlredy bin tole too use da fork.
teh kitteh strikes back
Gud wun, Puddy!
Ohai, Puddy. Did you delivurr all Anni’s work or nomnomnom some of it? I know what I’d've done!
*hangs head, drags toe through dirt. Smiles ebilly*
Ai cowntid awl teh caeks!
i has not eated any of them.
not yet, anyways…
You’re a better man than I would be, then. If I were a man, that is!!
I would at least check some ov them…for quality control.
tank-you Ryushi, catspryt, puddy!
U givs me laughs wit me chapped, bleeding lips.
My 1rst kitty was teh siameese, and a great huntress – so my 1rst front page lol honors her -
my late and beeluved Missy.
Menee happee felicitayshuns to yoo, thetimesage.
Ai cannawt think ov a bedder way to honor yur beloved kitteh than to dedicayte a frunt payj heer to her.
Heers to teh byootiful grate huntress Missy, beloved kitteh ov thetimesage. Now frolicking in teh Princess Mu Meadow, with teh rest ov ar beloved hart kittehs.
Tiem Ai wuz nommin mai dinnur! BBL!
heers teh burfday fairy to say HAPPEE BURFDAY to Seagreen17, tehcezar, RaindropandDaisytop, Cinna-crumbs an evreewun else hoo haz a burfday today! i haz bringd yummy fudjy burfday caeks, choowy spicy carrit caeks wif creemcheez frosting, iskreem, sparkly party punch, noyzemakers, an goodie bags filled wif glo-in-teh-dark yoyos, ittybitty sekrit notebooks wif sekrit decoder mood ringz, kandee, an pokkit-size star warz dot-to-dot books wif colurd pencils!
an a big swish ob teh burfday wand to making all yor burfday wishes come troo!
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The Kafleen the Donkey Burfday Song:
It’s yer burfday
an dats wunnurmuss
it’s yer burfday, it’s troo!
ebben doe deres
uddurs sharin it
dere is onlee WUN SPESHUL U!
Happi birfdai 2 awl teh birfdai peeps! *grabs a chunk uv carrit caek and runz awai 2 nom it*
Happi Burfdai, Cinna-Crumbs nd ebbrywun ellz
Oooo, dot-tu-dot buks !! Thx Burfday Fairy
Ooooooh, fanksyoo, fanksyoo, Burfday Fairy (an ebrywun elss)!!! Such wunnerful burfday wisheses!
Skuuz me nao, I has tu go shayr teh wealf wiv awl teh udder kittehs, befoar dey gets impay… imapt… befoar dey can wayts no longr (!) an steels it!!!
*grabz a entyre fudjy caek*
*grabz a buncha noyzemakers an yoyos*
Fanksyoo agen, wun an awl!!!
*runsawaywifaqwikness*
Looooek! Coem tew teh dawrk (inn)syde!
…
we hab cuukies….
roflmao!
Obsurv as teh storm trupers all fall on tehr heinies.
(Do tehy just have slipperloly shues on? I haf alwaes wundered.)
Ee be nommin’ teh thermul exhaust port on dat un.
dese tooperz has flavr
Starm trooperz nawt sew gud achoolee. Butt(!) ai steel eeted dem. Muss keep spayse sayf.
dese aer nawt teh noms yuo aer luuking fer…..
tank-you all!
U givs me laughs wit me chapped, bleeding lips.
My 1rst kitty was teh siameese, and a great huntress – so my 1rst front page lol honors her -
my late and beeluved Missy.
Shee eated the lizards, micies, gophers, birdies, and fott off mister Jone’s mean hunting dog ebbery time!!! I tink shee’s in Vahalla fur deh kitties.
Now I make next front page rof-lol !
Congarats awn yor frunt paej, thetimesage! Iz beuttimus kitteh!
There iz a Valhalla fur teh kittehs, thetimesage. Rite heer in Cheezland.
Itz teh Prnicess Mu Meadow – a luvlee place ware yoo can go to play wif Missy.
If yoo go to teh Cheezland Lore an Lejinds, yoo can reed awl about it. It iz a moast beyootiful place – moast ov us go tehre offen.
That kitteh toetally looooks like mah kitteh Loki.
Loki is CEO of teh Itteh Bitteh Kitteh Committeh, FYI.
Lord Nom appears to be a cat sith.
Not to sound like a nerd but those are Clone Troopers of the Republic, not Storm Troopers of the Empire.
But they work for the Empire, don’t they?
The felis destructum don’t care, as long as they are crunchy outsied & squishy inside!
~Fetty Kity – rofl ! “Let-go my lego-legs!!”
Dam hard candi shell. Me wantz the delicious clone flavoured filling!
And now we go to cookie monster…the letter of teh day iz NOM NOM N OM NOM NOM!!!