Hello Dearies, my Earnie was a funny man, but he's dead now - a rotting puddle of putrefication. To think that that same decomposing puddle once made me laugh so...
My name is Monty, and I am a three inch high Sylvanian Families weasel of immense intelligence. Over time I have taken on a life of my own; which is a good job, because my authors - Abraham DeBunkem & Dan the Man of Many Coats - are complete fools - they could never have conceived of this blog jumping concept! You see, I listened to them banging on and on about combining the best features of different blogs in one 'space', and eventually I suggested this concept whereby you are transported from Blogstream (the front-page, if you will) to Blogger (the inside story) - genius! Here behind the Weedy Shack are the punching lines that take you to a new place.
Here in the shadows of the Shack are surprises galore!
Welcome to the shadowy side of our Shack, where a gallery of characters lurk. Come lurk with I - you don't have to be signed up to this network to comment. Have your say... oh dear, just got my back-weave tangled in the bikini strap - ouch! Where was I... oh yes, come on in and create a little chaos with us, here in the shadows cast by the Weedy Shack. All the best ~ Abraham DeBunkem.
4 comments:
ying tong, ying tong, ying tong tiddleye poooooooooo...
Loooks leek a reet lazy cont t' me by eck as leek our kid, appen as not.
And he was Bi-Polar - just perfect for The Shack!
Hello Dearies, my Earnie was a funny man, but he's dead now - a rotting puddle of putrefication. To think that that same decomposing puddle once made me laugh so...
Earnie! Earnie! Why'd you have ta leave me!
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