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

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Weekend Report

Weekend's scores:
  • Gills: YES! We won!!!
  • Simpsons: no. I wonder wot Lisa gets up to on weekends...
  • Tesco: yes
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9/10
  • Weekend Score so far: 9.3/10
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

I'm havin a great weekend!!!! Wa-heyyyy!!!!!!!!!

Gillingham beat Chesterfield yestaday (full name Festering Mess in a Chilly Field) by one goal to nothing. Take that! Ha! An we even used wun of our smallest players. That's how great we are.


Meanwhile, I chose the winning horse in the Grand Nashional, at 40-1, which means that Daddy owes me 40 choklit peanuts. He's been hiding ever since. HIS horse fell at the first fence. He rekons it was a fix, but if he had chosen a horse whose rider wore Gillingham colours, he'd hav won like me. So there. As I keep saying, loyalty, loyalty, loyalty.

I noticed that there were several horsies running along with no rider at all. The jockeys had thort better of it at some stage, an jumped off. But the horsies kept going, sum of them even in the lead for a while, jumping over the fences with no trubbol at all. Wich sort of leeds me to arsk the question, what do the jockeys akchewally do? The horsies don't seem to need them. I put this to Daddy, but he sed, if NONE of them had jockeys on them, they wouldn't do enything, they'd just hang around eating grass.

But I'm OK with that. I'd enjoy watching a load of horsies just hanging out in a field eating grass, anyday. It wud be nice an relaxing. An yu could still bet on them, like, wich wun would be the first to do a poo, or wich wun would get the most flies on his eyebrows.

I think the horsies wud enjoy it mor. An the jockeys can all change out of their silly silky sissy stuff, go up the pub for a pint an sum Cornish Pasties, and put a bit of weight on. Then they could start to play a proper sport. Like football.

All wud come right in the end, yu see. Yu jus need a bit of imagination.

Bye fer now!

7 comments:

Gorilla Bananas said...

"An yu could still bet on them, like, wich wun would be the first to do a poo, or wich wun would get the most flies on his eyebrows."

Good suggestions. You could also give a beauty prize to the one who most closely resembles the Queen's daughter.

Anonymous said...

Yes Bob, Loyalty will get you everywhere! even to 40 chocklit peanuts. Make sure you git them or hide his pants forever...

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

GB, that would be a BEAUTY contest????


Beth,
"hide his pants forever"
HahahahHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHAHAHAA
longest I've done that for is a week..... SO FAR.....


:@}

Shrink Wrapped Scream said...

Hey, BT,

My youngest was one player short on Saturday, do you think you might like to join her football team? You get LOADS of choccie bisciuts at half-time, and it'll be MUCH more interesting than watching your team, 'cos they always let in, and score, HUNDREDS of goals..

Monkey said...

I forgot the Grand National was on this weekend! Dammit.

I'm so pleased you won B.T.! Would you be willing to share a few of those... chocklit peanuts? Ahem.

(I wonder if someone uploaded part of the race onto DailyMotion? I'm popping over to check.)

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

Hey S.W.S!!!
What colour does the team play in? Gills are black/blue/white. Would I hav the right kit combo to join in?

Half time choccie biccies sounds like a good deal to me!

:@}

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

Monkey, he hasn't paid up yet. But you're welcome to a handful when he does. I'll try the hiding-all-his-pants threat if I don't get them today.

Bob