Terry Me am the bestest directoo in the historoo o cinemoo! I is not bias, noch I isn’t. Him do the bestest commentaroo. The Grr say what her wishees her had transcribe the whoo commentaroo on Fear an Loothin in Las Vegoos becoo oo o eet were so quotaboo!

My favooreete thing what Terry Me have say were when him were doin the triboote to Geooge Harrissoo in the Albert Hoo, the Pythoos (not John Cleese, coo him a spoospoo, an not Graham Chapmoo becoo him not alive) did singin o Sit on My Moo (thinks that what eet cooed), an at the end them turn aroo an show what them not wearin no troosers or undiewoo! Terry Me say how many peopoos gets to moon the Albert Hoo after them am 60? I is so proo what that am somethin him valoo. Grubs Terry Me. Is happy to be hims namesake.

Accoodin to Mr. Eaf, look looks cannot have opposaboo digeets becoo then them could knit othoo look looks, which would be like playin God. Wanteed to know if that weren’t moo like yumans havin babies - after oo, we has no othoo way to reprodooce - but Mr. Eaf say eet would be like Dr. Frankenraf.

Mayboo eet am foo the best.

5. Meh-eh. ‘Meh meh.

Neyo! Here am my contributioo to communoo look look effoo:

4. Apathoo. Not knows how anyone live in littoo bubboo not knowin stuff, not wantin to know, not carin about stuff. Wants to read evvythins, learn about evvythins. Sometimes gets too like unfocus wantin to be oo them things at once. Does yoo know any othoo Mexicoo Jewish English rafs livin in Americoo? Not thinks so. (On side note, has got very Stokey. Look look raf accoo am apparentloo a lot like Stokey, specialloo if yoo has ossicones what looks like slippers comin out of yoos head.) Wants to try out stuff, like bein a famoos authoo an doin book book readins an signins. With bein authoo can spread the woo about the moovement, campoo for look look rights, bring us to public attentioo! (An I likes attentioo.) Mr. Eaf says I is too excitaboo. I thinks I is the right amount o excitaboo.

Since Gizmoo am the last one, an him not like typin, I will do taggin. Tags Emiloo! Tags Mr. Eaf! (Spose to do five tags, but not be bothoo.) Here am full splainy for yoo to write on yoos blog blog:

It’s the Caesar’s Bath Meme game. You list five things that people in your circle of friends or peer group are wild about, but you can’t really understand the fuss over. To use the words of Caesar (from History of the World Part I), “Nice. Nice. Not thrilling . . . but nice.”

ickUl came along an mushed my moo, sayin, “TAAAAG!” Now the Grr have splainy, here I is choosin my tag thingy.

3. Bein a Dramoo Quoo. Seems what evvybody I knows is doin eet. Like the Grr, oh noch, evvybody am correctin me! Nobody grubs me! Goin to eat worms. Like Manwoo tryin to get Mr. Eaf’s attentioo. Me, if yoo mushes me moo I is happy. Come to think o eet, Mr. Eaf not much o a Dramoo Quoo, so I must be havin him as my roo modoo.

Neyo! Is doin my tag thingy. I has part twoooo, am that rude?

2. Bein clean. Even my broos likes bein clean! Not understoos this. Mayboo if yoo is a yuman what gets sweaty an stinkypoo yoo might want to have a boo, but whaaaaaaaaaaaaay I has to? Not doin nothin to nobodys by bein cover in grub. Only possiboo good thing about bein clean am what yoos oroo shows up brighter. But if I rolls in oroo grub, can do that anyway! Jojojojojojojojo.

Neyo, the Bears has tagged us. I thinks that means what them stuck a laboo on us, like the one I has on my bum what say I is cooed Geri Giraffe. Is not Geri! (That am a Spice Girl.)

Oh, the Grr say what taggeded means we has to do thems game. Means we has to list five things what ours peers likes what we not sees the point. I is too confoose to think o five things oo by mys self, so I is goin to do one an let my broos do one each.

1. Cloves. I means, I likes me fronds an oo, but cloves am not meant to fit pudgy peary bellies and skinny long necks. An why should I has to wear them? Is not like I gets frosty, is not like I has dangly bits flappin about! Has read on Grr’s feminist boods (Tangoo - Not really understoos feminisoo, is like why am grrs an broos different when them am yumans? An is relateed - why the boy-yumans not spose to be beegoobloos? Am like ashame or somethins. Very strange. Thinks what eet am simpler not havin dangly bits.) what grr-yumans never findin cloves what fits, can relate to this, but why the grr-yumans not just go freeeeeeeeeee? The Grr say what her would be frosty, an at work is not OK to get nakeed an huddoo in a doovet like her can at home. In conclusioo, cloves am very complicateed, is much bettoo when yoo not HAS to wear them, can just dress up when yoo feels like eet.