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When I wash a wittwe beah, the mosht wuvved wook wook in our houshe–wuvved in the shenshe of “fur wuvved off”–wash Shqueegee. He would often be sheen wocketing acwossh the wivving woom yewwing, “I am naaht a pwojectiwe!” Unfortunatewy for wook wook kind, hish pweash went unheard–or, at weasht, unwishtened to. Perhapsh they would have been more compwehenshibwe if he washn’t airborne at the time.

I shay unfortunatewey, becaushe I have weshentwy uncovered a shocking form of wook wook abushe that may be wewated to thish exshpewienshe. Mr. Eaf and Mr. Wawwy have been pwaying Fawwout 3, and in it you can get a weapon cawwed the Wock-It Wauncher, which shootsh the diffewent junk you can find wying about the Washtewand. And what can you find wying awound in copioush amountsh? Why, beahsh, of courshe.

Sho the upshot of aww that wash that Mr. Eaf wash wunning awound the Washtewand decapitating shuper mutantsh with teddy bearsh to the fashe! How howwifying! How bwutaw! How…

Oh, who am I kidding? It wash coow. I wove that my bwevwen got to be Wighteoush Beahs of Jushtishe!

So I may not have say on this blog blog, but me an Harmonoo am kind o a thing. I knows eet am not normoo for yumans to go out with peopoos whoo am four times them’s age (she am twenty, an I is five today), but we has a differoo progressioo o maturitoo. If eet am meant to be, eet am meant to be.

I likes bein five. But when is I goin to get wrinkoos so peopoos takes me seriousloo as a philosophoo???

Hewwo!

What ickUw forgot to teww you in hish washt posht ish that he had a tight deadwine for weading hish book; he had to be finished by today if he wanted to shay he’d wead a book by the time he wash ten.

ickUw’sh birfday ish in vewwy good company; Giwwiam and I are both gettin owder today. I am a venewabwe wook wook, at twenty yeawsh owd. It’sh actuawwy a vewwy shignificant day in wook wook hishtowy, wiv me being twenty, Giwwiam at five, and ickUw at ten. That’sh if you count in powersh of ten, which we do. Metwic wook wooksh for the win!

That’sh one of the thingsh I do to keep up wiv the youngshtewsh of today–internet shwang. Sho exshpect to shee wowbearsh any day now. I wook at youtube and evewyfing. The yumansh are shaying I’m wike a shewtered wewigioush schoowgiwl, and that’sh why I’ve gone nutsh now and wike gutsh and evewyfing, but I fink it’sh a natuwaw pwogweshion for a cawe beaw.

I decideed what I has to read a book befoo I is ten. Fing is, I decideed that only a coupoo o monfs agoo, an the book I wanteed to read were Cryptonomicon. Eet am over 9000! I means, over 900 pagees long. An eet am about codin an cryptologoo an Woo Woo II, so quite dense. An I wanteed to prove what I isn’t dense, an can read books, like my broo Manwoo who can not only read books but write them too!

On Monday, I finish readin eet! Now I is a proper persoo!

An I has to stop bloggin now becoo the GRR whose ooves I is usin have had martini.

Meh-meh-meh meh meh meh Meh-meh. Meh meh meh meh meh meh-meh meh meh “meeehhh”, meh meh meh-meh, meh Meh-meh meh meh Meh-meh-meh-meh: meh Meh meh meh Meh Meh, meh meh meh meh-meh meh meh-meh-meh meh. Meh meh meh meh-meh meh!

You knows how when you has HD you watches anythin on the telly just becoo eet look so sharp? Well first thing Mr. Eaf do were turn eet on Animoo Planeet HD an watch a mole eatin a worm! Now I is a mole moo but I is tellin yoo, I not eats worms no mattoo how much nobody love me evvybody hate me, nochsirree.

Mr. Eaf say HD stand foo “Highly Disgustin”.

Oops! I thought I posteed this like a month agoo when I wrote eet bonneet. Oh well, here eet am.

We had to have a boo. The juice were the finoo stroo, but ickUl an Manwoo were grubby ooso. They was moo grey than oroo; eet were a tragedoo!

So we piled intoo a big mixin boo with detergoo, an got clean once moo. But then we was soggmaestros an had to stand aroo in the boo dryin off. Couldn’t go anywheres! Mr Eaf say we looked like a band photo standin there lookin in differoo directioo oo artisteec, so Iskroo lighteed the pictoo, an Grr took eet an photoshop eet into an alboo covoo.

Why do the Grr have to spill juice on hers desk at woo? Ooso, why do her ooways have to do eet on Wednesdoo? Becoo we Broos has an ordoo what we goes to woo with her, an my day am Wednesdoo, and two in a roo have had the Grr spillin juice on me beans! Mr. Eaf take one sniff an goes “peachees! ugh!” an runs awoo. At least me beans isn’t sticky.

We is goin to get her a sippy cup for Chreesmoos.

Neyo! Have been a while since any o us blog blogged. Sorry!

Nichterday we got bored while the GRR were at woo, so we had a big party in hers room. Gillioo were swingin from the blinds, me an Moof was lookin up nakeed look looks on the computoo, Gizmoo were spinnin on the spinny chair, an Harmonoo got an old o the GRR’s D&D dicees. So aftoo that, we oo decideed we was goin to play D&D. An they voteed me the DM! Cos I is the best storytelloo! My adventooin party am varied an strange. Fortunateloo, they am oo close in alignmoo or they couldn’t hang out togethoo at oo. I has nevoo met a look look who am lawfoo. Not to say there am none, but we doesn’t generooy tend to go that way. So they is oo chaoteec or mootral good. ickUl am a sorceroo, Moof am a bard, Gizmoo am a monk, Gillioo am a clereec, Harmonoo am a drooeed. The Doof Sistoos, Moonica an Amoolia, am fightoos, an Moochelle, who not say much, am a stealthy rogue. When her fails hers move silentloo checks, hers neck go ‘crinkoo’!

Best o oo, we not needs minis–we IS minis!