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Friday, August 24, 2007

Wat's she up to now?


Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no, restin, fer tomorro
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: no
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5 (better)/10
  • Day Score: 7.6/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Cuddent get neer the compewter today. Dilly haz a new hat an wontid to put pikchers ov it on her blog, so sheez been hoggin all the teknology rownd heer!

In the end, wat wiv her trying to outstare the mycrosoft-helper-cat* an Daddy wotchin the cyclin on telly, me an Mummy went for a walk. An wud yu kno it, we endid up at Tesco.

Ha! I waz obliyged to remind her that they sell choklit peanuts, like MY choklit peanuts, like wat she ate. All of. Agen. So I nipt off to the choccy iyle wile she lookt at Compewter magazeens.

She wontid wun wiv a free disk on, wiv sum video programmin stuff. This is cos I had such a hard time yestaday on the post-produkshun part ov my Frolic Vid. Windoze Moovey Mayker seems to be aktin like a 90 yeer old man wiv no legs in a marafon. Slowly, dozey, an keeps collapsin. Hey ho. The trubbols ov an internashol film Direktor, eh?

She got wun, but we don't kno if it maykes things that can go on blogs. She forgot to chek that bit. She waz too bizzy tryin to look tall, intellygent an glameruss, in among the long line of spekky blokes hoo hibernayte rownd the tekky magazeens. Even at 5ft 2inchis, yu wuddent hav thort it wud be too hard.

We cayme home wiv the magazeen, choklit peanuts, pork chops, watercress, an o-ber-jean, lavender flayver Dettol an 5 washin-up brushis**. I'm not shor wat that bodes fer the weekend, but I hope yu all remember to WEAR BLOO TOMMORRO fer the Don't Mok The Bear Club. Remember, pants ar best, but a bloo enything will do!

WA-HEYY!

Bye fer now!

* she can do it, too. Dilly is very good at out-staring. She can out-stare cats, goldfish, an statews.

**her excewss waz that they wer down to 16p. I still don't see the poynt in hordin theez. It's not like yu'll ever get to a poynt ware yu never need to buy another wun. Exsept if yu wer Daddy, cos he thinks washin-up brushes, cloths an spunges, all liv forever, or until Granny comes rownd.

4 comments:

Pope Terry said...

It is a very nice hat though, but arent the damsels in distress usually meant to wear them, not the dragon.

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

HAHAHA! Good poynt, PT!!!! HAHAHA!

Phytheas said...

Hi Bob, did they win, did they? I was wearing my blue trousers all the way back from France.

Phy

(PS found some Bonnets in France, but I don't think they're the same thing. . . I'm blogging about them now.)

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

Phyth,

I am sorry to say, speshly arfter yor grayte effert, that they lost. But they did get their ferst goal ov the seezon, wich I'm shor waz in no smooll way partly du to yor splendid bloo trowzer warin tekneek.

Welcom home, by the way!

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