In Grr’s photographoo sectioo, she now have an alboo OO ABOUT US! As eet should be. So go there an look at look looks! An then look some moo.

But most wanteed to droo yoos attentioo to the pictoos o us in ours bootifoo matching Chreesmoos fronds and hat sets, what her knitteed us. LOOOOOOOOK!

Febooaroo am Broo Historoo Monf! An I is a broo Broo! Not broo like the Broos Moo, is broo like the coloo broo, like what I is, see? An then Broo like a Broo Moo, but ooso like a brothoo, like fo shizzoo my nizzoo, if yoo gets mys drift?

The Grr told me what is not cool to co-opt cultoo o black Americoo, becoo I is not actualloo black (but nobodoo am actualloo black! Is just a metaphoo! Or somethins) an becoo I is a raf an I ooready has my own minoritoo cultoo. But I likes soul, an lots o black yumanses moosic: is sMOOve. I wants to be sMOOve. Says I ooready is, but just between yoo an me, I is realloo a bit flaily.

To that end (the end o bein sMOOve), I made the Grr an Mr. Eaf watch Ray tonight. Were sMOOOOOOOOve! But him not ooways a good roo modoo, noch siree [/disclaimoo] (An I is not goin to do The Smack, anywoo, becoo I not has veins.)

But if Manwoo can be an Eebrew Mew, I can be a Broo Broo, yoo digs?

Gimme anothoo RRRR! What has yoo gots? GRRRRRRRRRRRR!

I is bein the Grr’s cheerleadoo today, becoo her am goin out drivin an I is goin with her. One time, Moofreed went an him came back safe an sound. Then, ickUl went, an him came back fine as well, cept him kept goin on an on about what the Grr were nearly killin thems an stuff. I not beyeaves a woo o eet, thinks him were just tryin to tease her only end up playin on hers insecooritees, so I is puttin my beans where my moo am. When the Grr practicees hers drivin this afternoo I is goin to be there cheerleadin.

Only, I forgots my pom-poms.

Throo the wondoos o electroneec commoonicatioo, we Broos Moo has met many moo sentioo look looks than we would evoo have know if we was confine to the “Real Woo” where we can’t just hop in our car an drive downtoo to go to the meetin o ours anarcho-syndicalist group in the drooghty back roo o a undergroo art centoo. Or somethins. (The Grr say what her anti-Criminoo Justeece Act groop used to meet in the pub, which seem like a much bettoo ideoo to me. O course, her ooso say what them nevoo do anythins cept prootest against not havin speed bumps in the roo. Nobody got arresteed or nothins! But her had lots o nice bear. Um, beer.)

O course, yoo oo knows about ours good friends The Bears, who lives in Manhattoo an puts yumans on trioo for thems crimes against lookanity. (Bearanity?) Them am very good allies to have in the moovemoo, specialloo Noel “Snowflake” Chompskoo, who am very politicoo an articuloo in the way what yumans understoos.

There am ooso ours bear friends in Ranchoo Relaxoo, whose yuman Emiloo has hers own Live Journoo. The bears hasn’t posteed in eet though. I doesn’t know if them can type, becoo them only talk in sign languoo, an Gizmoo only talk in ‘meh’, an him ooso only type in ‘meh’. Mayboo Emiloo will see this an ask thems for me?

An here am the one what I has been meanin to tell yoo oo about, becoo I met him when I were specioo featoo on the front page o NaNoWriMoo. Him am a raf, cooed Raffy, live in Texoo like me, an him am a gian 12-inch big clone o me! (O course, to him, I is a miniatoo 6-inch clone o hims, but whatevoo.) Him have hims very own Live Journoo, too! Him look so like me eet am kind o scary seein pictoo, cept what hims nostroo am higher up on hims moo than what mine is. We has oo sorts o the same interests, as well, kind o like them separateed at birf type twins what grows up an both becomes marine biologoo an both marries somewoo cooed Patricioo. (Or am eet moo like what oo look looks am concern with havin boos, an bein snuggooed, an dressin up?) I grubs Raffy! Go an tell him how cool he am!

So there am a whole commoonitoo o look looks on the internoo. Or moo like disparoo look looks what needs to come togethoo an form a commoonitoo. I is discovooin new friends oo the time, an the Grr am goin to knit them oo fronds for Chreesmoos!

What?

Oh, I just made that last bit up. The Grr say what Mr. Eaf won’t like that yarn bill. I thinks her am plottin, though. Sheeps, look out!

Descuse me, I wants to splain ‘descuse me’!

At first eet were just how rafs says ‘excuse me’ (that am yuman for ‘descuse me’), but Mr. Eaf, who am very wise an ooso strange, said what eet soundeed like persoo sayin eet am covered in scuses an wants someone to pick them off. Like chimps eatin each othoo’s licees an stuff. Personooy, I thought what scusees soundeed kind o like grub an maybe I doesn’t want someone to de my scusees! But them oo said what them am not really appealin or anythins, an if I knows what am good for me I will have them de-ed. Or somethins.

Descuse me!