- Gills: no
- Simpsons: yes
- Tesco: no
- Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: bit bizzy, frolicking /10
- Day Score: 7 ish/10
This is my 400th post!!! WOW! A corze for sellybrayshun, yu mite think. An yood be rite! Shayme, then, that it comes at a time ov such let-down an personal betrayol....
I waz doin well wiv my plan ov hiding all Mummy's pants. It had sertenly helpt her remember the ferst rool ov livin wiv a Bear: Don't Ignor The Bear. She had eevn arskt me, larst nite, wat I wud like for my berfday. I waz rewminaytin over wether to arsk her for a speshol berfday piknik or a large bag ov choklit hunnycomb, an eevn toyin wiv the idea ov arskin for both AN a new hat, but then, ALL WAZ LOST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Or to be mor presice, all waz fownd. PANTS wer fownd. MUMMY'S pants. Thanks to Grayum, hoo told her whare I waz hoardin them.
He sez she tryd tickol-tortcher till he neerly peed, but then she held him down an bribed him wiv hunny on toaste an an an so he sez it issent fair to blayme him. Onnistly!
He wud never hav got throo Spy Collidge.
I thort yu cud trust the elderly. I thort yu cud depend on them to stand up for yu, to fite yor corner an shayke a zimmer-frayme at the fiendish underpaw goings-on ov the foe.
Not whare hunny on toaste is arownd, apparently.
Bye fer now!