WARNING: This blog is ritten in Bear English, wich is phonetic. An that is mor than yu can say abowt the werd "phonetic".

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Der Compewter Blew Up!

Friday's scores:
  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: yes
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: hmmm carn't remember/10
  • Day Score: 6/10


Well I have dun so much blogging lately dat I hav mayd der compewter blow up. Dit's troo. I switched it on on Friday an dere woz a smelly horribol burning smell. At ferst I thort Dilly woz in der room but den I realized dit was der compewter! Obviossly a small brown and possibly flammabol bear cannot work in such dangeruss condishons! So I had to abandon yu fer a cuppol ov days. Den yesterday Daddy bort me a new wun. Wa-heyyy!

Der ownly tubbol iz, dit has a verry thin skreen so I carn't sit on der top an wotch mummy working like I yewst to. I tried but it issent wide enuff and I cut off the bead sirculashon to my left buttock.

Well I better go check my fan mail now.

Bye fer now!


Anonymous said...

Gosh Bob you had a narrow escape there, soooooo glad your safe.........Hope the feelings come back to your buttock beads and how sad you can no longer watch your mummy working..........Im sure she will find an extra special place for you to watch her from.....

Love from (Not a bear) who is getting circulation problems in her left buttock too from too much screen gazing. Do you think it contageous Bob?

B.T.Bear Esq. said...

Hehehe A good cure is to hold on to der side ov a chair an giv yor bum cheeks a good shake. Like on der Renault Megan car advert. Shake it!

Margaret said...

One of my cats likes to sit on my shoulder while I write, Bob. Perhaps you could try this instead?