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

Monday, March 12, 2007

The Pants Worked!

Weekend Report:
  • Gills: YES! WE WON!
  • Simpsons: no
  • Tesco: no
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10
  • Weekend Score: 9.2146/10


Wa-Heyyy!!!!!!!!!!!! Mum's new football pants werked! We beat Crewe (full name, Crewe Poo) by 1 goal to nil. HAHAAHAHA.

Me an Grayum went to watch the match with Daddy. He has a season ticket, an we sneak in in his pocket. I've seen other Bears there, doing the same. Most have replica kit on. I wanted to go in my kit but not my big coat, as then no one would see it. So I hid my coat so Mum cuddent nag me into wearing it. Onnistly. She knows nothing about street cred.

Meanwile, mum an Granny went shopping for biskits an cake an other stuff that issent on Mummy's diet, but wich she eats at Granny's howse cos apparently it duzzent count there. Fat an caleries an stuff, they can ownly get yu on yor home ground.

All the mor sugar for Dad an us Bears to eat wen we got back. Horrayyyy!

Enyway, I congratulated Mummy on her new Lucky Gillingham Pants, and told her about the They-Worked-So-Yu-Can't-Wash-Them-Till-The-End-Of-The-Season rule. She diddent seem to go fer it. I'll hav to werk on her.

Bye fer now!


Margaret said...

Bob! You're a very rude Bear! Boys might like to wear their pants for days, but we girl types like to change them at LEAST once a day.

No wonder Dilly thinks boys are smelly!


B.T.Bear Esq. said...

I've still got my futball kit on from Saturday- as I sed to Mummy last night, THAT'S loyalty, that is.



Matt said...

I'm not adding to this one. I might incriminate myself.