|Heilun Coo on Mull, on shore of Loch Scridain|
Copyright: Ribbons,Manson,Smart (RMS) images
|A distant relative of Dave - this poor 'gator was |
hoping to snack on tiny tots the day The Loris, Dr Goth &
The Grizzly Polar went to Drusilla's...
So there you go. That's us. Oh wait, the boys want to say something...
|A box of frogs...|
Hello there, blogsters, it's Barney Jim McTavish III here, or is it XXXIII, I can never remember, oh well... Anyway, ah yes, The Loris has forgotten to write anything about her. Don't tell her, but that silly overgrown alligator and I think that TL is mad as a box of frogs on amphetamines. (You'd better not mention the drugs either, she doesn't know that we know all these things - we go out on the town when she is busy studying or sleeping.) The Loris sleeps a LOT. Just not at night time. She talks to her other friends (pfffft) and we overhears that she has to take something called The Happy Pills and a whole bunch of other strange pills, all of which are legal. I never knew that before. Dave is keeping a beady eye on her. (It is a proper bead too, like mine.) The Loris looks after us very well and we are well fed and excited about being treated like REAL toys.
Oh no, Dave wants to say something...
*Belch*cough*...... (it's repeated a few times. He just says he likes The Loris but not to tell her that he drank her wine...)
Baaaaaye for now!
Thanks boys for your kind words. :) But Barney James, I think there is plenty of evidence here that you and your 'friend' were the culprits what pilfered the pink stuff .... Tsk Tsk!
*No, not blatant lyric steals, honest... (But you'd better get used to it, this rabble are just a little bit menTal. Just quietly.)