look what the mama found in her junk store!
…what shall we say…
THIS IS IT!!!
THE ONE!
THE BIG ONE!
….. it is creamy and tasty and the caramel and the speculoss pieces are well mixed…
…. and to eat it is like christmas…
…and if da pot is empty, you have only one thought…
…where is more????
We give it 4 paws and two wild wagging tails. The price is UNHOWLY like da deepest hell, but apart from that …
BUY IT! …and enjoy the nap after…
do you know that even dogs are vegetarians?
… at least one… and that one is da Nelly…
… he grabbed that whole thing…
…and shredded it to a puzzle…
…but because we are NO wasters, the mama collected all da pieces…
…and gave it our dad…
…and I really wonder, who has more screws loose in this house..
to
hosted by da LLB-CREW
… da nature around is frozen now…. hard to find something what survived da evil Jack Frost…
…. and with a work mate like that it is nearly impossible…
…butt look what we found… a frozen rose for Rosy….
… so it is technically a F-roze, right? … yeah…what ever you say Mr. Weisenheimer …
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… let’s dance!
Once many many moons ago
our granny to a piglet race wanted to go.
An ole clubhouse welcomed all that young geese
to dance through the night like da people in grease.
da granny wore a petticoat as wide as an umbrella
and screaming red lipstick to attract a fella.
And the fella came and danced with her
they rocked and rolled without any fear.
till da fella started a riskful rollover
and all the people saw something, twas not her pullover.
the granny was furios and bitchslapped the guy
before he could ask her for what and why.
And she left him the same second and never came back
and she never visited the piglet race shack.
….do you think I can do such a rollover like da people in grease too? ….ummm… better not… you will end like a grease spot…
-Cory Monteith-
look what the mama made:
… in case you can not see what it should be, that are bread roll guys, we did for St. Martin’s Day, ya know the man who shared his coat with a poor man so they both got a cold or so.
…look da Nelly what she placed on da counter… are that voodoo dolls?
….lemme check that… that looks awful if you ask me….
…. and are you sure that the mama made them? I miss something….
….aaaaah now we’re talking right?
…do you think we will get such a guy da Phenny? …Dude… I hope NOT….
…look daddy what da Nelly did…
…wasn’t me Phenny Ischariot!
…oh of course it was you who shredded that box…
..what ?! tv watching ban for both of us?
…that is NOT fair and I was the one who told ya ….
…the robber is as bad as the dobber… check that, weasel!
to
hosted by da LLB-CREW
…that’s how it looks now… some grass and no flowers nor colors…. so we look deep in the ground if we maybe find something nice…
…. butt wait…dude…. something stinks here to high heaven….
… yes da Nelly… I noticed that too…. and it’s something what’s not in the grass or in the earth…
…. and uuuuh… I’ve found the root of the evil…..it’s YOU!
outrageous! … I think I’ll pee in his bed tonight…
and with a much better smelling rose for Rosy, we wish you a
to a new epawsode of Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton in pigtures….look what they found for this week…
uiiii…fresh and icy….from beyond…right?
Once we walked through our kraal
and we met a terrier, what was not normal.
He barked like crazy and escaped from his place
followed by his human , wow what a race.
Because it was weekend and early that day
the terrier owner was dressed un-okay.
A bathingrobe and nothing more
that was all what this terrier guy wore.
The terrier acted like a crazy fart
and while grabbing him his robe folded apart.
And in the middle of wrestling and terrier storm
we were surprised by his private worm.
The face of terrierguy was as red as blood
“has someone other seen that?”
…naaah, apart from da whole hood.
His dog is now da terrier-orist
and the guy is an ill-famed eggs-hibitionist.
A bathing robe is in the bathroom da hit
butt on the street it’s darned sh*t.
…oh and btw… the mamaaaaa…the torture pot is ready…you can jump in… without your bathing robe …
…and we are outta here…
My mother always told me not to handle a buffaly by it’s tail, but always catch it by it’s horns.
And I have used that lesson in evyrything in my life, including the railways.
-Lalu Prasad Yadav-
