Tuesday 1 January 2008

I love you Dunkie

Boy that was a bangy dark, the hippy squacked as he got his new ear, wot a wimp. Don't know how the whirled peas worked out. Beans are a bit scarce as I predicted and a bit wobbly too, they say things like "gosh I love you Dunkie baby" and "give us a flap my fave duckie" and "stop crapping on the walls in the porch you sad goose", Hmmm.
I manage to get to the water with half the bright gone already and discovered a huge box of used bangs. I'm glad I was well away from this thing when it spoke, man, it smells like a bad bean bottom.