Woo Hoo, Hootie
Doggone it, Hootie, there's a tea at the end of those hoos.
Well, if there's a tea, let's get a cup, whooot, and see if we can get dwunk on it.
No, no, Hooties. The letter T. You know T as in , as in well, as in teat.
Heck, I din't know wimmen had tea in them things.
Hootie, that is quite enough. You are going to have to learn to be a little more reserved. After all, you know we have someone to see, and you want to present your very best side.
(Oh, damn, I knew I shouldn't have used that word!)
'Side? 'Side. We goin' outside? Oh, hot doggety digs. maybe there'll be a woman owl out there! But, Tans, she wouldn't have them things on her. After all, she's just a bird like me. SO she won't be able to loan me one. Dang it, I guess I'll just have to do without a T for now. But we can still meet that feller, caint we? Who who who?
I can't tell you who just yet Hootie.
Or you either.
But in a few days there will be no buts about it (or is that abut it?) Or maybe butts? Anyway, keep watching this space!
AND POST NO BILLS, HOOTIE!!
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ooooooooooooooo...a mystery....
Not any more. It's done. we met that feller and had a good talkin with him--and Hootie was mostly civil about it.
Anyhoo, jes keep a looking back every now and then. We'll give you a hoo (dan Hootie still aint found his T)when its' time.
Taint much McGee but you might get a tickle.
OK. It is done.
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We got interviewed.
And I am not responsible for some of the language you might find.
It was fun! WHOO WHOO! Heh heh.
Yeah. I never know what someone may ask. I had another blogger want to interview me, and, nice guy that I was, I said OK. And then got a three page form and boy was it personal.
But you are easy, Mr. C., and I'm really sorry that Hootie got that little nibble in. He's a quick bird sometimes! I hope that Neosporin took care of it. If it didn't, I can send you a swig of my recipe!! They aint no germ lives through that stuff, and damned few men.
LOL! Loved it, and it's nice to see Hootie made it home. (What happened to his woman?)
Michelle,
Last I knew, Hootie took her down to the entrance ramp of I-64 at Sixteenth Street Road and was trying to flag down a semi to give her a ride back t the Peach State. He managed to get out of the way, but the cb aerial got hold of Lorena and she was holding on for dear life when she went out of sight on that semi.
Hootie doesn't talk too much about it anymore. He's on the look. He did ask if you were available, but I told him he'd have to stand in line, that you were already spoken for and all that. It didn't seem to faze his too awfully much. He's still got the hots for you.
I told him that it would never work out, but he's already caught one blacksnake and a couple of baby copperheads, and has a line out for a rattler. And he has secreted away a pint of my squeezins.
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