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

Saturday, March 24, 2007

We've all got colds agen

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: no
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: too snotty/10
  • Day Score: 6.94321/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Weev awl got colds agen. I havent posted since Munday cos I've been on extended Tishoo-Ishooing dewties. I'm a really knackered Bear.

At least Mummy finally washt Grayum's jumper so he cud keep warm (AND give me my jumper back). I took this pic of it on the washing line with sum of my parrent's jumpers:


(Grayum's is the wun in the middol)

Anyway. Laytest news is that Daddy's quit his job as a Teacher. So we're goin out today to buy him a new soot, for wen he tries to get a new job. Apparently this is wun ov the Four Times In Life Wen Yu Buy A Soot. The other three being Marrying, Burying, and Trying to Look Good In Court.

I'm goin along because, when a shop sells soots, they yewsually hav an underpant section too, so I'll go an giv it a Dam Good Frolicking. Jhee jhee jhee.....

Bye fer now!

6 comments:

Shrink wrapped scream said...

I love this site! You're obviously bonkers, with a strange and twisted mind-set, but I nearly wet myself laughing... keep up the postings, I look forward to dipping back in again. Commiserations on your mis-listing on the blogger of the week awards, one of the reasons I hand tapped you in, was because I'm in the same boat! (Solidarity, and all that guff).

B.T.Bear Esq. said...

Oooo.....!!!!! I dident know I woz in the awards list agen!!! Cor!!! I'm off to check it out....

B.T.Bear Esq. said...

Oh yes! Cor! Aren't we grate?

Anyway, I'm not shor how to react to yu nearly wetting yor pants. On the wun paw, it's about pants, therefore very funny. On the other paw, it involves weeing on pants, which mite be abuse of pants, which issent funny, as pants are a good an peaceful thing an not deserving of outright abuse. But on the wun paw agen (no hold on, I'll get my leg up here...hold on....uff....here we go...) on the wun foot, if yu HAD weeed on them, then you'd hav had to go to yor pant drawer, and that is always An Occayshun Of Sellybrayshun, so a good thing. But on the other foot, yu DIDENT wee on them, so yu missed out on sum pant action. That settles it. I'm sad for you.

Margaret said...

Glad to welcome aboard a fellow fan!

Bob, I do worry that you are becoming a little TOO pant-obsessed. Maybe you should have given them up for Lent?

Hmm?

B.T.Bear Esq. said...

Wot choo mean, "obsessed"?

matt said...

Hope your cold is better. It must have been leaning on that cold can of Guinness with no shorts on that did it.