Friday, November 12

Soiled pant cream for the age of 5

Dear all who are in this Blog,

Everyone is to know that I can't blog in regular stream of captions. I fit it in the left pant leg that is slightly looser than the left . I won't be responsible for you actions in the right pant leg. SO for you that don't say anything in pictures . I paint in ink colors for the blind mice living in the whale. I t has been three days since my last hog wash and I can say I am thrille to find I have washed my last hog. I never thought that working in a cave would be so satisfying. I carrying the large pieces of moss the the wetter parts of the cave the others keeping digging. We have named the largest of the moles Hubert. Family life is in a tangle with the kids all in high school there isn't much we can do. SO we let then eat the leftovers in the freezer. Last i heard from the guys was that Wembley was now a famous editor for the Daily Catnip, and the ohther had fallen into a trap. What kind of trap I don't know but from what I was told you had to wear one of thos plastic sheet that most wear when going to a Gallager concert. I can safely say that I am now the happiest man alive. All my papers have been shredded and I will soon be moving into a large building made of arranged animal carcasses. If you need me at all send a pigeon to this address:

Andrew Monopolis
1257 S. animal carcass
Ritely BC 56433

Thankyou all for the wonderful memories that were caught on varies modes of transportation. I will always rember the last time we ate raw flounder at Skippers.

Sincerely,

Andrew Monopolis

P.S. I have kept all the information I need to make that wonderful stew and bake your moms. You all know who you are so don't expect me to wash anything other than your whites. Keep your seals wet and we will meet again.

1 Comments:

Blogger Deluxe Brett, model no. 82 said...

Hey, I heard Begga was going to Jenry's party, but then Todd Carp was going to play his sacrifice song in the Canada with a trout. Did the kids make the shot gun car go not to open the door? It was fun. That was. n't.
*Psshc That sound you make when you don't believe somebody.
-B

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