For Halloween,

I want lots and lots of candy, obviously.

But since I'm the kind of cow who likes to plan ahead, I'm letting eberyone know that for Christmas, I want a new Gronopoly set.

Tuffy chewed off all the best croperties on my last board. I think Paul might have eaten Boardwalk too, although I can't prove it.

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Four year annibersary.

"It's been four years...." since I started this blog. Somebody should give me trophy!

One of these kind:























NOT one of these:

The End Of Aminal Wars!

Finally, after millions of months of training, the elite squad of black boo kings is set to face off against Mini-baa, poor thing. Let's do this!

The BBKs wake up in the morning and immediately down a couple shots of depresso to gets themselves revved up. But... oh, no... Mini Baa has injected sedatives into their coffee beans obernight. Oh man, I almost don't want to continue...

But since I'm so grofessional, I'll report the story from a neutered point of view eben though I don't like it. Maybe that way chicks will like me and I'll be able to hide my low self-esteem.

So here's how it went, unfortunately: Mini Baa crushed the BBKs at ebery turn. Once they were rendered dazed and sleepy, he slid down a wire dressed in camelflage and set up C4 charges everywhere in their camp. Moments later, boom, the black boo kings were regulated to the history books.

Mini Baa wins the competition and is the unlikely precipient of the Dennis Fictitious Prize of Complete Worthiness. This means he is being recognized for being in the same class of coolness as me, but remember this is all theoheretical. In real life of course he wouldn't stand a chance, but since the duffies and me just signed a record deal and I want to wrap this up really bad, I'll allow him the honors.

So there you hab it, folks. Mini Baa wins the Animal Wars competition! Good job, MB. Now go tell your grandpa that he owes me 10 wool for that bet we made.

MINI BAA WINS!!!

The bipolar bears are still crying, though.

Dennis J. Moo Moo, signing off.

Wooooooooo Hoo Hoo.

I'm back eberybody. Me and the Duffaliers are about to set off on a World Tour!!! We finally got our break when Leatherscope LLC signed us to a 3-album deal. Alright!

Fortunately, since I'm so amazing at texting, surfing, and updating my blong from my immobile phone, I'll be able to keep you guys up to date on ebrything that happens (except for the stuff that the censors won't allow, woo hoo hoo).

I finally gradualated from just making t-shirts to actually writing some of the lyrics and being a background singer! I also hab one song, "The Shores of Lake Leche," a ballad, which I sing all by myself. It's a little nerb racking but I'm pretty much used to it now. Plus all the chicas can't belieb it and they expose their udders ebry time I sing it, so I make sure it's on the tracklist for every show!

Speaking of udders.... Um, I forget what I was gonna say. Something about Sheep and TMM. Oh well, maybe next time...

I have to put WebEden on hold for the moment, or rather let Paul run it for the time being, and I've worked out a deal with the dean at school whereby if I go on tour, he'll expel me. Sounds great!

Tiny you know who is objectifying to some of this, but I decided finally to be my own cow. From now on, it's Dennis (and the Duffs) time!!!

Check your local listings to see if we're coming to a venue near you. And if we are, buy a bunch ob our tickets, please. Thanks!