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 19, 2007

Weekend Report Part 1

Weekend's scores:
  • Gills: yes- I suspect that Mum dident wear her new Gillingham pants, as we lost- to Nottingham Forest (full name, NottingScum Forest-so-bad-a-bear-wouldn't-poo-in-it)
  • Simpsons: no
  • Tesco: no
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10
  • Overall Score: 8.1/10


HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

It was St Patrick's day on Saterday, and, as the mor nose-observant ov yu will know, I'm an Oirish Bear. But I'm also rarther SMALL. Imagine my eggsitment, then, wen I discovered that Guinness comes in Small-Bear size cans!-

Small-Bear size can! (Hey! Where'd my shorts go?)

Obviously I dident get to drink it all, as Daddy's clan harks from Guinness-Land too. So I had to share. (Which issent really sharing at all, wen it involves "having to" share. I keep telling them that, but they don't get it....)

Bye fer now!

3 comments:

margaret said...

I'm glad to read that you didn't drink ALL of this by yourself, Bob, especially as it seems you lost your shorts even before the drinking began!

Matt said...

Guinness is best chilled, but as you didn't have your shorts on, I hope for your sake that this one wasn't.

B.T.Bear Esq. said...

I still havent found those shorts...