Get that thing out of my face!
Posted by K on Saturday, 20 November 1999, at 3:48 p.m.
Get that thing out of my face!
Posted by K on Saturday, 20 November 1999, at 3:48 p.m.
Melvin! I told you we should never have duct taped the videocamera to the badger. We're gonna have hours of knee caps when we get home.
And the G's are gonna be pissed since we used their Highlander Tapes to tape over.
I said get that thing out of my face!
Posted by Not Melvin on Saturday, 20 November 1999, at 4:04 p.m.
Hey, Caspian is taking a poddy break. Let's get it on tape for posterity.
"There's Caspian worshipping the geranium on the back step. Give him another beer so it gets a decent drink!"
Posted by K on Saturday, 20 November 1999, at 4:17 p.m.
How cute.
Look Melvin. Caspain took Silas' crayons and drew a picture of you if you don't curb the cinematic efforts of your pet rodent.
HEY! WHO TOOK THE LAST DRUMSTICK!
Check next weeks auctions on Ebay.
after we decorated the ginger bread house with raisinettes.
Posted by Not Melvin on Saturday, 20 November 1999, at 4:26 p.m.
G didn't get the good sticking duct tape for the feet end of me. I had a stiff neck for days. Good thing I turned out to be immortal. Sort of.
Electric cords can be used in place of a electro-cardio-doodad. Did you know that? My G did. She's so smart. I miss her. *sniff*
Not Melvin.
(The ceiling is so far from the floor. And all the olives.)
Posted by K on Saturday, 20 November 1999, at 5:03 p.m.
I thought you told me there was fried chicken abundantly available out here? And there's no place to plug in the VCR and play my Mr. Mom tapes or run the vacuum. The batteries in the dust buster are starting to fade. Silas is well on the way to clear cutting Donan Woods and Caspian seems to have misplaced the crayons. He's starting to get "that look". YOU know the one. Sorta like you when you've been olive-deprived.
If that badger humps my leg one more time I'm gonna have Kentucky Fried Badger. I mean it Melvin.
STOP WORSHIPING THOSE BUSHES.
Oh, Melvin. You are gonna have such a rash.
Posted by Not Melvin on Saturday, 20 November 1999, at 5:06 p.m.
My survive in the woods books says they taste just like chicken!
Look--over there! What's that! What is it????
Posted by ghost of stickboy on Saturday, 20 November 1999, at 5:12 p.m.
beware!
Posted by Not Melvin on Saturday, 20 November 1999, at 5:19 p.m.
K! I thought you killed that guy!
Look! They are everywhere!
There's only one thing to do!
Break out the Busch's baked beans and the Blue Diamond matches! We'll burn this evil wood to the ground. And the witch will burn too--like a marshmallow that fell off the stick and into the flames.
(And it's a fitting end for the hag, too.)
Posted by K on Saturday, 20 November 1999, at 6:14 p.m.
Let me get my stick.
We can roast some chicken too!
Posted by Not Melvin on Saturday, 20 November 1999, at 6:19 p.m.
We can make smores. I want olives on mine too.
Let's tear these stick sculptures out of the trees for kindling.
Posted by K on Saturday, 20 November 1999, at 7:17 p.m.
She loves my snot. She loves me. She loves my cot. She loves me. She loves my knot. She loves me......
What?
You wanted kindling, didn't you?
No. I didn't hear anything.
Posted by Caspian on Saturday, 20 November 1999, at 4:49 p.m.
ThRRU RreDD CRaAyYOnnS iNN rIVViR. WazNT wWurkuN. JUssTt tHRooU...
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
coLuRS wWiLL bEa OakAY thO. RApPPeD upp SaEF InNn mMaPP. gETt laETre, ookAe?
Posted by Not Melvin on Saturday, 20 November 1999, at 5:08 p.m
My olives seem to be strangely piled in little humps. Like steaming piles of badger dung.
And there is long stringy hair in them. Long stringy hair tying bundles of twigs together.
What can it mean?
That long stringy hair looks very familiar. Greasy, unwashed, similar to a rat's nest.
Posted by CasPiaN on Saturday, 20 November 1999, at 6:37 p.m.
nO, no krAayoNS. hyd craions. wITH papYR with sKWigLES on It. TAste bAD.
sTOOpid papPR. NO CRayuns hier.
giv HAyr. lick.
Posted by small village child on Saturday, 20 November 1999, at 5:09 p.m.
Lookee!
I found a red crayon.
Wonder if there are any more?
Posted by Caspian on Saturday, 20 November 1999, at 7:40 p.m.
kidDIe eeT CraAyyunnN. I GGetTt bAKK NoW. yUmmIE. but EAt Mappp tU. OOOOPPz.
gOooiG INH cirKLes.
Posted by Not the Badger on Saturday, 20 November 1999, at 5:43 p.m.
Middle skool chilled wrens love raisinettes!
MMMm...MMMMM...good for all!
BadJur
Posted by Kompound Kanines hot on the trail on Saturday, 20 November 1999, at 6:24 p.m.
*sniff*
SnoRt!
(scratch)
*sniff*
