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Showing posts with label halloween. Show all posts
Showing posts with label halloween. Show all posts

Monday, October 31, 2011

Woohoohoooooohahahaharrrrrr!!!!

WooooOOOOoooOOOooOOOOoooOOOoooOOOOHHAHAHAHAAAARRRR!!!

Hope yoov been having a happy Halloween, evrybody!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I've been chasing Dilly. She thinks I'm a ghost!

Then, wen Daddy popped owt to get sum milk, I wuddent let him bak in. I put my ghostly hed rownd the dor an mayde him jump insted.

Dilly's gon off now. Mummy sed she mite be plannin sum revenge but I rekkon sheez jus hiding like a scaredy reptile.

I'm off for cayke.

ByyYYYyyyYYYeeeEEEEeeeeEEEeeee!!!!



Sunday, October 31, 2010

WooOOOooooOOooooOoooOoo!

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

WooHooHooHaHAHA!!!!!!!
Look! I did me pumpkin!
Oh boy!
Thare's a goste thare, an it looks like it's waytin for Dilly!

I think she must hav rememberd the Halloween wen I scared her so mutch all her bows fell off, cos today she hassent worn eny. So wen she sor the pumpkin an the goste, her antenna stood up on end insted!!!
She tryd to run away......
...but wassent farst enuff an a faynt cort up wiv her...

oh wayte! Heer comes that goste!!!!
IT WAZ ME ALL ALONG!!!!!!HAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Halloween is coming!



Today's scores:
  • Gills: Yes. We wer winning 1-0 but then Northampton (Full nayme: Cobblers!) startid cheetin an got 2, so we lost 2-1.
  • Simpsons: no, but I sor Family Guy an it had lots ov fart jokes in it hahahaha!yes
  • Tesco: no
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10 that's mor like it! /10
  • Overall Score: 7.87361/10
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

Well, Halloween is neerly upon us! Things rownd heer ar allreddy getting pritty weird, as the clocks all go bak wun hour tonite. This is ment to meen yu get an extra hour in bed, but Mummy sez no, not unless sumwun tells the cats how to tell the time!

I hav got my very own pumpkin this yeer, an I am lookin forwerd to carving a face in it tomorro!!!Look at Zed thare, in the hat that Unkol Roy sent me from Mexico! Wat a cheeky Bear!

I am going to put it sumware syruptishus an scare Dilly wiv it!

Ahh, I remember, 3 yeers ago wen me an the uther Bears pertended to be hedless, an scared her so badly all her bows fell off! HAHAHA!!! Hav a look at it heer. HAHAHA!

Pop bak an see wat happens!
Bye fer now!

Friday, November 02, 2007

Serprizes an syruptishusness

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: yes- me an Daddy went on our own. There wernt menny peepol there so we went scootin up an down the aisles on the trolley. Yeeeeeharrrr! Carnt play like that wen Mummy's there. She maykes him be a grown-up. Mummys do that.
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: still serspendid /10
  • Day Score: 8.15672/10
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Mummy's a bit down, an not in the cool get-down James Brown way (cooo- wat a grayte nayme fer a Bear that wud be!). So I gayve her self-ishooing privilidges over the tishooes. An I do beleev that gayve her a bit ov a boost. I don't giv that privilidge to jus enywun, arfter all.

Then me an Grayum mayde ourselfs into "Hedless Bears" fer Halloween an scared Dilly so much all her bows cayme undun. As yu can see from the foto, LBBBJ joyned in, but, as the jumpers wer all a bit big, he mayde exslent yuwss ov the new Pants Ov Peace insted. (I wish I'd thort ov that.)
HAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHA!

Enyway, Gillingham ar, for sum reeson, playin tonite. I thort they ownly did Saterdys or Tchewsdys. But maybe they ar all goin shoppin tomorro. Not shor. But if yu get to reed this in time, don't ferget to adjust the culler ov sumthing yor warin to bloo. Prefrerbly pants.

If yor in an offiss, that mite be differcult. For fewtcher refrence, I've come up wiv a plan fer jus this sort ov emergensy:
  1. Keep sum spare bloo pants in yor desk dror.
  2. In the event ov an emergensy chanyge-pants-to-bloo sitchewayshun (such as now), tern the briteness down on yor compewter screen.
  3. Retreev pants.
  4. Call to colleegs, "Won't be a mo', just goin under heer to sort my compewter owt!"
  5. Crawl under desk.
  6. Change pants.
  7. Reappeer an adjust briteness bak up agen.
  8. Say, "Oh, that's it! I fixt it!"
And voila (as Plumpiemousie wud say) yu hav syruptishusly chaynged into Gillingham-serporter-pants-mode in publik, wivowt feer of arrest, envy or unempolyment. TA-DARR!

Bye fer now!