You mean... you mean you have swapped your Aunty Gary with that Dickens fellow who wrote all those stories about grimy London and other ghastly things. How perplexing!
Have you clods mucked about with History again. Not the queen, please don't let that be so. Why, if I wasn't a three inch high weasel I'd... I'd flippin' well biff yer ears, you merde4brains!
The inevitable overthrow of the bourgeoisie will be brought about by means of the dictatorship of the proletariat. With resolution we shall seize the organs of the ruling classes! Furthermore, we...
Oh... oh, I'm dreadfully sorry; got the wrong blog. Please accept my humble apologies.
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.
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You mean... you mean you have swapped your Aunty Gary with that Dickens fellow who wrote all those stories about grimy London and other ghastly things. How perplexing!
Have you clods mucked about with History again. Not the queen, please don't let that be so. Why, if I wasn't a three inch high weasel I'd... I'd flippin' well biff yer ears, you merde4brains!
Her name is Keith - Queen Keith
Oh, I don't like all these fictional creations buzzing around the web! What's true and real and good? Where's the Love?
...I just pissed my knickers and it's all your fault!!!
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Frippery!
The BLOOD!
The inevitable overthrow of the bourgeoisie will be brought about by means of the dictatorship of the proletariat. With resolution we shall seize the organs of the ruling classes! Furthermore, we...
Oh... oh, I'm dreadfully sorry; got the wrong blog. Please accept my humble apologies.
- Toodle pip!
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