Here he is right before attacking the mailman. As you can see, he libs up to his name.
Thursday
Tuffy
TMM just got a new cat that I'm sure he's all proud of and eberything. So I'm going to upstage him by posting a picture of my cat Tuffy.
Here he is right before attacking the mailman. As you can see, he libs up to his name.
Here he is right before attacking the mailman. As you can see, he libs up to his name.
Monday
The only cool skeleton I know so far...
...is this guy:
But most of them don't look like that. I'm not gonna show a picture of a real one, so don't hold your breath.
I don't think I need to premind you what skellingtons are. They're horrible, and let's face it, they're pretty scary. Well TMM has gone and ruined my whole life by telling me something this morning when we were eating our Malt-O-Meal. According to him, there are skellingtons inside ALL of us, moving us around and controlling everything we do, and you can be sure they're up to no good. He showed me some x-ray pictures in one of his nerdy scientology books, and I couldn't believe it. In fact, I think I might have needed smelling salts. There it was!!! Inside a normal cow, an evil, laughing skeleton. Well this one wasn't laughing, since it was a photograph, but I'm sure it was in real life.
I think there's a good chance TMM could be pulling my leg on this one, so I'm trying not to get too freaked out just yet. But stil... can you imagine? And all this time we had no idea. I assumed like most of you that they came out of the ground, probably after growing from a seed or something. Now I've got to rethink eberything. If we're all skellingtons in disguise... then... Well, for one thing, where do zombies come from?? Although the skeleton theory would explain why there are so many bullies.
But most of them don't look like that. I'm not gonna show a picture of a real one, so don't hold your breath.
I don't think I need to premind you what skellingtons are. They're horrible, and let's face it, they're pretty scary. Well TMM has gone and ruined my whole life by telling me something this morning when we were eating our Malt-O-Meal. According to him, there are skellingtons inside ALL of us, moving us around and controlling everything we do, and you can be sure they're up to no good. He showed me some x-ray pictures in one of his nerdy scientology books, and I couldn't believe it. In fact, I think I might have needed smelling salts. There it was!!! Inside a normal cow, an evil, laughing skeleton. Well this one wasn't laughing, since it was a photograph, but I'm sure it was in real life.
I think there's a good chance TMM could be pulling my leg on this one, so I'm trying not to get too freaked out just yet. But stil... can you imagine? And all this time we had no idea. I assumed like most of you that they came out of the ground, probably after growing from a seed or something. Now I've got to rethink eberything. If we're all skellingtons in disguise... then... Well, for one thing, where do zombies come from?? Although the skeleton theory would explain why there are so many bullies.
Friday
3 Reasons I Like Little Baa
Reason #1: He can jump really high.
Reason #2: Eben I admit, he's kinda cute.
Reason #3: In the dead of winter, there's a ready supply of lamb chops just a few doors down.
Wooo hoo hoo.
Monday
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.
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.
Friday
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:
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.
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.
Thursday
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!
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!
Tuesday
My penpal
Oh by the way I have a penpal now, Distant Moo Moo. I guess he must be prelated to me or something... although Moo Moo is a pretty common last night, it must be submitted.
Here's a picture he sent me in the mail:
I know, he looks pretty much like your regular cow, and he is! Well, sort of. The only thing wrong with him is that he is foreign. He comes from a mountaneous area of the Mooish Lands called "Pasturias" which seems really beautiful from the pictures he sent ob it. Naturally, he must have edited them a lot in ScrodoShop, to get the Mooish Lands to look that nice, though it's true I've never been there or seen any pictures, or even heard of it. I just figure, if there's a foreign place that looks nicer than the town me and TMM lib in, why don't WE all live there instead? Hah, logic wins again. Thanks, Sheep.
Anyways, Distant Moo Moo speaks pretty good English, though he has a bit of a speech incrediment that makes him lisp sometimes and pronounces Vs, the second letter of the alphabet, like Bs. But other than that he's really nice, and besides like I said he's foreign. He's writes 10:00 like 10.00, gets his dates all jumbled up, like '25 Dec 09' instead of just saying 12/25/09, the right way, and ... woo hoo hoo ... get this, when he writes fractions, he puts a comma in there, like 1,39 pounds. Oh wait, he doesn't eben used pounds!! He uses kilowatts or something, I dunno. What a crazy cow!
TMM keeps saying stuff about dibersity and cultural irrelevance and stuff, but I can't stop laughing at this guy. If he wasn't foreign, I might think he was pretarded. But I actually feel really sorry for him because I'm sure he grew up completely deprived of an educashun, good roll models, toys, access to guns provided by the second amendment, sleep, and who knows, maybe eben food and water. So I can't really get on his case too much. Besides, he's a constant source of entertainment. Why rock the boat? I'm gonna right him write now.
Here's a picture he sent me in the mail:
I know, he looks pretty much like your regular cow, and he is! Well, sort of. The only thing wrong with him is that he is foreign. He comes from a mountaneous area of the Mooish Lands called "Pasturias" which seems really beautiful from the pictures he sent ob it. Naturally, he must have edited them a lot in ScrodoShop, to get the Mooish Lands to look that nice, though it's true I've never been there or seen any pictures, or even heard of it. I just figure, if there's a foreign place that looks nicer than the town me and TMM lib in, why don't WE all live there instead? Hah, logic wins again. Thanks, Sheep.
Anyways, Distant Moo Moo speaks pretty good English, though he has a bit of a speech incrediment that makes him lisp sometimes and pronounces Vs, the second letter of the alphabet, like Bs. But other than that he's really nice, and besides like I said he's foreign. He's writes 10:00 like 10.00, gets his dates all jumbled up, like '25 Dec 09' instead of just saying 12/25/09, the right way, and ... woo hoo hoo ... get this, when he writes fractions, he puts a comma in there, like 1,39 pounds. Oh wait, he doesn't eben used pounds!! He uses kilowatts or something, I dunno. What a crazy cow!
TMM keeps saying stuff about dibersity and cultural irrelevance and stuff, but I can't stop laughing at this guy. If he wasn't foreign, I might think he was pretarded. But I actually feel really sorry for him because I'm sure he grew up completely deprived of an educashun, good roll models, toys, access to guns provided by the second amendment, sleep, and who knows, maybe eben food and water. So I can't really get on his case too much. Besides, he's a constant source of entertainment. Why rock the boat? I'm gonna right him write now.
Sunday
Woo hoo hoo, aminal wars.
The time has come, my friends, for us to finish up l'animal guerres, as Sheep would say.
Last time I checked, it was Duffies versus Poleys, Mini Baa versus Black Boo Kings. Let me just say right now I have no idea how this will end, eben though I'm making it all up.
Ok, first semifinals, the Bipolar bears are on their down cycle!! Bummer for them. They try a last minute intrabenous lithium injection, but no use, they surrender (crying about biscuits, no less) to the Duffaloes without a fight. Duffs get through to the final match.
Second semifinals, Mini Baa somehow senses an earthquake and runs off the field, while a rift opens in the earth and swallows the black boo kings up in a plume of geologimical smoke. What a break for Mini Baa, he stood no chance against them otherwise!
Now the stage is set.... FINAL MATCH: Duffies versus Mini Baa.
Take it easy on him, Duffs! Woo hoo hoo.
Hey, I got through to the finals finally. Let's see if I can pay enough attention to conclude this realistic analysis of an artificial combat simbulation that could really take place in a fake world. I hope mini baa gets to keep some of his wool, or at least some of his peach-fuzz - woo hoo hoo.
}:8]
Creepy, but cool.
I was just munching on a hamburglar when suddenly I prealized something very creepy, but cool. If you take the letters of my name, DENNIS, and subsidize the letter A for the D, then you take the 'ENNIS' part, remove one of the Ns, flip it around backwards so it makes 'SINE', add an S at the end, put the prefix 'UN-' in front of the it, and then replace the whole thing with 'WESOME,' keeping the original A of course... you end up with AWESOME.
Woo hoo hoo, how cool is that?! Pretty creepy though, too. It's almost like the uniberse is trying to tell me something....
}:8)
Thursday
The Yukanubis
31 Feb 09 - Today a large yukanbubis was seen in Washington State wandering around some campsites, said a man who wishes to remain prenonymous, in August of 1977. Apparently this admittedly doctored photo shows in great detail what the monster looks like and what it was thinking at the time of the sighting.
Yikes! I told TMM there was a yukanubis on the loose; ebrybody knows about it. I read that big, thin newspaper at the checkstand at the supermarket and they're always talking about them, along with other stuff like UFOs, Angelina Jolie, and perpetual motion machines. I knew it was just a matter of time before one got into the cowlands and I thought I saw it outside my window the other day.
Tiny Moo Moo told me it was all a hoax and it couldn't get into the Lands eben if it was real, so of course I don't believe him. Man, just what I need when our first Duffaliers tour is supposed to be happening sometime this summer. I thought they were gonna make me the lead singer this year but I guess they need me to make T-shirts again, at least for awhile, so I'll keep writing lyrics and practicing in the meantime. Like, I have one knew song called "My leche's en fuego (for you)" - it's a power ballad that's gonna make all the ladies feint when they hear it.
Practicing! That's what I was gonna say. How am I supposed to stay late in the audibletorium to practice with the Duffs, and THEN walk home in the evening, if there's some giant yukanubis roaming around the neighborhood? I'll just tell them I'm too scar- ....er, I'll express my concern about this potentially dangerous creature who eats people alive, and see what they say. Right now, time to sleep in the closet. TMM's closet actually, just to be sure.
You have to be practical about this stuff.
Wednesday
Sunday
Oh Man, Here We Go
I know you've all been waiting for the conclusion of Animal Wars, but I had to keep you coming back to this site in order to squandester your interest in my other business ventures. It's like Cowland Idol... they always string it out almost as long as the Super Bowl and have tons of commercials and eberything else they can think of NOT to show you the final results, because then you'll turn the TV off.
But there comes a time when enough is never enough. Plus I want to see who wins too, and laugh at Mini Baa. So here we go:
THE FINAL FOUR
Duffaloes vs. Bipolar Bears
Mini Baa vs. Black Boo Kings
First let's string things out just a big more by posting pictures of our contestants...
The majestic duffalo, not even particularly upset here.
But there comes a time when enough is never enough. Plus I want to see who wins too, and laugh at Mini Baa. So here we go:
THE FINAL FOUR
Duffaloes vs. Bipolar Bears
Mini Baa vs. Black Boo Kings
First let's string things out just a big more by posting pictures of our contestants...
The majestic duffalo, not even particularly upset here.
One of those crazy polarity bears, jumping around on ice.
Mini Baa.
A big strapping hulk of a black boo king.
In the next post I'll tell you about the battles...
Friday
Question: What's cooler than a fat, old Mario riding a Dinosaurus Rex wearing sneakers?
Answer: Nothing.
(*Well ok, maybe Wario or Bowser riding him, but let's not split hairs.)
Forget all the paintings Tiny Moo Moo goes on and on about or you read about on the TV. THIS is art, people.
My adbice? Just sit back and soak it in for awhile...
I wonder if they sell wall-sized prints of this?
Monday
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Thanks for the support, I couldn't maintain this free site without it.
-Dennis J. Moo Moo
Click the picture so they'll pay me... and so you can check out this awesome company and their amazing line of products. If you're not satisfied with your order, please ship it to me postage-paid.
Thanks for the support, I couldn't maintain this free site without it.
-Dennis J. Moo Moo
Sunday
Oh My God!
I forgot all about Aminal Wars! When it precurred to me that I never finished the tournament, I pulled a Bishop Ussher and calculated back how long ago it had been since I last blogged about it.
The final result? It took place in the past.
Therefore I've decided coincidentally that I should provavly finish up that Animal Wars tournament thing I started a long time ago.
ASPCA Note: No actual animals were harmed in the conceptualization and execution of this tournament, except when I couldn't figure out who would win by just thinking about it and had to use real life specimens to fight to the death to get my answers.
Last time we left Animals Wars, there were 8 animals premaining out of the original 32. All 8 of these animals should be pretty proud of themselves surbibing this far, were it not for the fact that they were about to get savagely eaten and snuffed out very soon, since their can only be ONE winner.
Here was the bracket, for all you bullies that like to bet, or armchair enthusiasts:
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Duffaloes
Kommando Dragons
Bipolar Bears
Regular Sharks
Mini Baa
Doisonous Moss
Black Boo Kings
Elephants
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Ok, let's get this through this round so we can get to the Final Four!
I. First of all, in real life like the cow lands, you'd surprisingly never actually see duffies and kommando dragons fight. That has something to do with the dragons living on an island and the duffaloes on wide airplanes that stretch across the savannah. But whatever, they're gonna fight now. I saw a show that said that kommandos (the narrerator kept calling them 'Komodos' which I just overlooked because I figured he had a speech indictment) hab tons of toxic bacteria in their mouths, which they use to bite their bictims with and then wait, wringing their hands together waiting for them to die. This wouldn't really work against big duffaloes, who are notoriously impatient and would stampede all those overgrown lizards in one fell swoop. Duffs for the win.
II. It's hard to tell who would win between regular sharks and bipolar bears, because it would depend on the bears' mood. I'm gonna give them the benefit of being manic, in which case they would either rip the sharks in half and then proceed to eath both halves, happy to have a change from eating ringed seals all the time (btw, I think I TMM just installated a new ring seal on our toilet the other day because it was starting to leak), or else they would do something else crazy and energetic like build a treehouse or read Proust in the original. Unfortunately for the sharks, it just isn't their day because the bears all decide they want to win this competition and then move on to bigger plans like overhauling the international system of extradition. Shortly after devouring all the sharks, though, they sink into a funk and are found slobbering and crying for no real reason. One of them eben admits he's gay, though he later claims he meant it in the sense of "happy," which he obviously was not at the time. Enough about that one! Let's move on.
III. Hmm, Mini Baa and Doisonous Moss. I don't really want either of these entities to win, but I'm more afraid of... I mean, concerned about... the doisonous moss spreading all ober the cow lands, so I'm gonna say that somehow Mini Baa does something miraculous and kills it all. Maybe he goes down to Woolworth's and buys a big canister of "Poisonous Moss Killer" (don't look at me, that's how they spell it on the label), and then sprays it all over his opponent. Yeah, that works. Ok, Mini-Man, you get to move on unfortunately. Your gramps would be proud if he was even slightly more sentient than a boulder.
IV. And lastly: Black Boo Kings and Elephants. I have an idea about who's gonna win this one... because I'm writing it! Woo hoo hoo, good one, huh. As it turns out, the elephants are pretty tough, tougher than anyone thought. But being tough doesn't really matter when you're blown up by 12 kilotons of plastic explosive charges places on all their limbs and detonated from the brush half a mile away. See ya later, hairy elefantes, it was nice knowing you. BBK's adbance.
Next time:
THE FINAL FOUR
Duffaloes vs. Bipolar Bears in the morning match, and
Mini Baa vs. a bicious squad of Black Boo Kings in the afternoon
...with breaks for tea and darkness, of course.
(Man, I can't eben wait for this. I hope those guys blow up Mini Baa!)
See you then!
The final result? It took place in the past.
Therefore I've decided coincidentally that I should provavly finish up that Animal Wars tournament thing I started a long time ago.
ASPCA Note: No actual animals were harmed in the conceptualization and execution of this tournament, except when I couldn't figure out who would win by just thinking about it and had to use real life specimens to fight to the death to get my answers.
Last time we left Animals Wars, there were 8 animals premaining out of the original 32. All 8 of these animals should be pretty proud of themselves surbibing this far, were it not for the fact that they were about to get savagely eaten and snuffed out very soon, since their can only be ONE winner.
Here was the bracket, for all you bullies that like to bet, or armchair enthusiasts:
---------------------------
Duffaloes
Kommando Dragons
Bipolar Bears
Regular Sharks
Mini Baa
Doisonous Moss
Black Boo Kings
Elephants
---------------------------
Ok, let's get this through this round so we can get to the Final Four!
I. First of all, in real life like the cow lands, you'd surprisingly never actually see duffies and kommando dragons fight. That has something to do with the dragons living on an island and the duffaloes on wide airplanes that stretch across the savannah. But whatever, they're gonna fight now. I saw a show that said that kommandos (the narrerator kept calling them 'Komodos' which I just overlooked because I figured he had a speech indictment) hab tons of toxic bacteria in their mouths, which they use to bite their bictims with and then wait, wringing their hands together waiting for them to die. This wouldn't really work against big duffaloes, who are notoriously impatient and would stampede all those overgrown lizards in one fell swoop. Duffs for the win.
II. It's hard to tell who would win between regular sharks and bipolar bears, because it would depend on the bears' mood. I'm gonna give them the benefit of being manic, in which case they would either rip the sharks in half and then proceed to eath both halves, happy to have a change from eating ringed seals all the time (btw, I think I TMM just installated a new ring seal on our toilet the other day because it was starting to leak), or else they would do something else crazy and energetic like build a treehouse or read Proust in the original. Unfortunately for the sharks, it just isn't their day because the bears all decide they want to win this competition and then move on to bigger plans like overhauling the international system of extradition. Shortly after devouring all the sharks, though, they sink into a funk and are found slobbering and crying for no real reason. One of them eben admits he's gay, though he later claims he meant it in the sense of "happy," which he obviously was not at the time. Enough about that one! Let's move on.
III. Hmm, Mini Baa and Doisonous Moss. I don't really want either of these entities to win, but I'm more afraid of... I mean, concerned about... the doisonous moss spreading all ober the cow lands, so I'm gonna say that somehow Mini Baa does something miraculous and kills it all. Maybe he goes down to Woolworth's and buys a big canister of "Poisonous Moss Killer" (don't look at me, that's how they spell it on the label), and then sprays it all over his opponent. Yeah, that works. Ok, Mini-Man, you get to move on unfortunately. Your gramps would be proud if he was even slightly more sentient than a boulder.
IV. And lastly: Black Boo Kings and Elephants. I have an idea about who's gonna win this one... because I'm writing it! Woo hoo hoo, good one, huh. As it turns out, the elephants are pretty tough, tougher than anyone thought. But being tough doesn't really matter when you're blown up by 12 kilotons of plastic explosive charges places on all their limbs and detonated from the brush half a mile away. See ya later, hairy elefantes, it was nice knowing you. BBK's adbance.
Next time:
THE FINAL FOUR
Duffaloes vs. Bipolar Bears in the morning match, and
Mini Baa vs. a bicious squad of Black Boo Kings in the afternoon
...with breaks for tea and darkness, of course.
(Man, I can't eben wait for this. I hope those guys blow up Mini Baa!)
See you then!
Saturday
Another Site!
Woo hoo hoo, I got my own website for this character I play called Dennis. It's all about me, except sometimes it's not. I just expectorate with different things to see what I can come up with.
Check it out sometime:
http://cowlands.fluff-friends.com
And make sure to give the character on that site, who I've chosen to call "Dennis," lots and lots of food, eben guanomole, which this Dennis apparently likes.
I can't stand it in real life.
Check it out sometime:
http://cowlands.fluff-friends.com
And make sure to give the character on that site, who I've chosen to call "Dennis," lots and lots of food, eben guanomole, which this Dennis apparently likes.
I can't stand it in real life.
Monday
No Bulgarity, Please
When using this blog, the use of bulgarity is uninhibited. Please prefrain from saying, typing, or thinking about inadmissible things while bisiting my site. (I've had to put this up mainly because of the problem that is Tiny Moo Moo.)
Thank you for understanding.
Thank you for understanding.
Saturday
The Big "U"
The old Leche Purse itself. 
Check it out, even caves have udders!
So Paul and me were rummaging around in his older brother's room the other day while he was out with his friends. We were looking for his infamous candy stash. Just gotta understand something: If you think Paul is missing a few teeth, just wait till you see his bro. That cow's gonna need dentures by the time he's 30. Personally if I were him, I'd just get a full set of gold or platinum Grillz from that Paul Wall site, with maybe some diamonds crusted all over them or something, but actually I doubt if he can afford that, since he's just a bagger at Food4More.
Anyhoo, I opened one drawer and found a bunch of issues of Bulging Udders, Big Naturals, and those kinds of magazines that for some reason they always have behind the counter at the those little stores where all the Pakistani cows work (I guess they don't want bullies stealing them, but in that case, they should put the whole store behind the counter!) I thought, man, this cow is a true molar afficianado. Paul said that was nothing, that I should see his picture collection on his computer, but he thought some of those were digitally prehanced, just because of the whole laws of physics thing. But then again, laws were made to be broken! Or hor hor, wait till Saul - that's Paul's bro - gets a load of Jacob! His life's never gonna be the same.
Come to think of it, since I just got an udder enhancement myself with my entire inheritance (even though it's not THAT much of a difference), and even though Saul's a cool guy and all (I mean it was him who showed me how to clog up toilets at school and how to make homemade M80s, NOT THAT I DO IT), I think I'll stay away from him for a little while just in case. The doctor in the back alley that did my enhancement said it needed to heal for 2-3 weeks before being handled roughly, and you never know who's a closet pully these days. Safety first Tiny Moo Moo always says, and in this one case I think he might actually be right.
Wednesday
Hey!
I was walking through some fields behind our house for some reason when guess who I saw? The Duffaliers! They're in town right now getting new t-shirts and posters and stuff made for our band. I premembered my multicellular phone has a camera on it, so I was able to get a shot for you guys.
That's Jeff the drummer (well one of them anyways). All those duffalos in the background aren't all in the Duffaliers by the way, only a few of them. The rest are probably just relatives or just like... I don't know, regular duffies. They must live somewhere!
Turns out they can't really stay too long because they have to graze as much as possible before the frost kicks in or something weird like that. But we have a show coming up on New Year's Eve and I just wrote a new song we're gonna have to practice pretty quick if we're gonna work it into the set. It's called "Le-Le-Le-Let Me At Your Leche" and, man - it rocks. That's all I'm gonna say because I don't wanna give away that it will probably be the opening song, then there will be some other moshing type stuff while the crowd has all their energy intact, then we'll switch over and finish up with ballads.
Then the next day is the official One Week Till Mass day, when we gotta start stretching and hydrating and getting ready for Molar Mass 2008. I can't even imagine what this one's gonna be like. Ever since Jake retired from competition in 2005 there hasn't been a repeat winner yet. The cow from last year has been ordered by his doctors to not even compete! So it's gonna be someone new again.
Well, I gotta go talk this all over with the guys. Fortunately no duffs allowed at Molar Mass (whew), and this year, they finally outlawed pullies too. They said it was against the spirit of the competition, which was defined as "stretching and contorting every udder in sight in unimaginable ways for the express purposes of obtaining milk" - sorry pullies: Busted.
So yeah, the band, New Year's Eve, the Mass.... Luckily we have a bacation from school during that time or I'd have to cut more than usual! Er, I mean... Well I gotta go anyway, I want to ask Jeff what they came up with for the t-shirts.
-Dennis
That's Jeff the drummer (well one of them anyways). All those duffalos in the background aren't all in the Duffaliers by the way, only a few of them. The rest are probably just relatives or just like... I don't know, regular duffies. They must live somewhere!
Turns out they can't really stay too long because they have to graze as much as possible before the frost kicks in or something weird like that. But we have a show coming up on New Year's Eve and I just wrote a new song we're gonna have to practice pretty quick if we're gonna work it into the set. It's called "Le-Le-Le-Let Me At Your Leche" and, man - it rocks. That's all I'm gonna say because I don't wanna give away that it will probably be the opening song, then there will be some other moshing type stuff while the crowd has all their energy intact, then we'll switch over and finish up with ballads.
Then the next day is the official One Week Till Mass day, when we gotta start stretching and hydrating and getting ready for Molar Mass 2008. I can't even imagine what this one's gonna be like. Ever since Jake retired from competition in 2005 there hasn't been a repeat winner yet. The cow from last year has been ordered by his doctors to not even compete! So it's gonna be someone new again.
Well, I gotta go talk this all over with the guys. Fortunately no duffs allowed at Molar Mass (whew), and this year, they finally outlawed pullies too. They said it was against the spirit of the competition, which was defined as "stretching and contorting every udder in sight in unimaginable ways for the express purposes of obtaining milk" - sorry pullies: Busted.
So yeah, the band, New Year's Eve, the Mass.... Luckily we have a bacation from school during that time or I'd have to cut more than usual! Er, I mean... Well I gotta go anyway, I want to ask Jeff what they came up with for the t-shirts.
-Dennis
Saturday
Blong, Long, and Full of Leche
Me cretending to shoot TMM with my six-shooter.Hey eberyone.
I see someone has cleaned the house. I hate it when he does that, I can't find my Matchbox A-Team bus now. Grrrr....... well maybe I'll go upstairs and look in our toy bin labeled "Toy Cars, Matchbox." Who knows, it's worth a shot.
Speaking of shots, I saw this one Western noovie where this guy was all "who's gonna stop me? You?" and the other guy was like "If I have to" and I was like falling off my seat because I knew there was going to be gunplay. It always happens in noovies like this, which is why I only watch Westerns anymore. And Kung Fu movies. Stuff that just cuts right to the chase and has people shooting other people, and usually not for the better if you know what I mean.
Well in this case, some huge muffin-top cow walked RIGHT in front of me when the guns blared. I missed the whole part where the one guy outdrew the other and blew the other guy's head off while that doctor in the saloon was fiddling with his toothpick. I couldn't believe it. I axed for my money back but the cow at the counter said he had to talk to his manager, and his manager was flirting with the 14 year old girl that worked in the ticket booth. Not going back to THAT theater. Besides, their floors are all slickery with fake butter topping and I'm afraid one day I'll trip and become a pentaplegic or something.
Speaking of that I just bought a new CD by a band called... I forget... Fine Young Cannabis I think. The black cow that does all the singing has a really unique voice but it's good dance music for when I wanna show my street moves to the ladies. Did you know I can Moonwalk with four legs? Amazing, I know. I can also go, "eee hee" and grab my udder at the same time. Whatever happened to that guy anyway? Isn't he a military leader of some foreign country or something? I heard he was the first female Cresident of Kerblackistan. But you can't really trust what you read these days, especially in unpreliable sources like the New York Times. People's blogs tend to be much more reliable.
Well, anyway, I have to get going. Tiny... I mean this hot girl from my Diology class is supposed to tutor me all about arthurpods and stuff... whatever that is. He, I mean she, said it inbolbed Cuddlefish though. That's kinda cute when you think about it. And when you're a girl or a huge sissy.
I see someone has cleaned the house. I hate it when he does that, I can't find my Matchbox A-Team bus now. Grrrr....... well maybe I'll go upstairs and look in our toy bin labeled "Toy Cars, Matchbox." Who knows, it's worth a shot.
Speaking of shots, I saw this one Western noovie where this guy was all "who's gonna stop me? You?" and the other guy was like "If I have to" and I was like falling off my seat because I knew there was going to be gunplay. It always happens in noovies like this, which is why I only watch Westerns anymore. And Kung Fu movies. Stuff that just cuts right to the chase and has people shooting other people, and usually not for the better if you know what I mean.
Well in this case, some huge muffin-top cow walked RIGHT in front of me when the guns blared. I missed the whole part where the one guy outdrew the other and blew the other guy's head off while that doctor in the saloon was fiddling with his toothpick. I couldn't believe it. I axed for my money back but the cow at the counter said he had to talk to his manager, and his manager was flirting with the 14 year old girl that worked in the ticket booth. Not going back to THAT theater. Besides, their floors are all slickery with fake butter topping and I'm afraid one day I'll trip and become a pentaplegic or something.
Speaking of that I just bought a new CD by a band called... I forget... Fine Young Cannabis I think. The black cow that does all the singing has a really unique voice but it's good dance music for when I wanna show my street moves to the ladies. Did you know I can Moonwalk with four legs? Amazing, I know. I can also go, "eee hee" and grab my udder at the same time. Whatever happened to that guy anyway? Isn't he a military leader of some foreign country or something? I heard he was the first female Cresident of Kerblackistan. But you can't really trust what you read these days, especially in unpreliable sources like the New York Times. People's blogs tend to be much more reliable.
Well, anyway, I have to get going. Tiny... I mean this hot girl from my Diology class is supposed to tutor me all about arthurpods and stuff... whatever that is. He, I mean she, said it inbolbed Cuddlefish though. That's kinda cute when you think about it. And when you're a girl or a huge sissy.
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