Whacking lyrical

Oh!!! 

What a night!!!

Late December, back in sixy-tree...that-a verry specious time for me...

Ha-ha-ha, and not for you!!!

Dee-de-dee-de-dee-de-de!!!

In-dee-d!!! 


Pink Otter Party is nostalgic mooed, whacking lyrical upon the singular, glandular, jocular joys of musik, or, a.k.a., "music". 

Musik provide so much good time, allowing to escape from this tangle webs we weave into softly, fluttery, gardens of delight, where we laying on ham-hocks all day, closing our eyes, dripping into sleep, letting warm ocean breezes lulling us into our favorite dream...ahhhhhhh!!!

Oh, we so enjoys basking in our idle sweat, snorring, with nothing to bother but the caucasional flies!

And then...life.

Don't talk to me about life!!

That evil aralm crock! 

That poor man's wallet, that baseball bat to the head, that unforgiving Medusa! It barge in, no say hi, no do nothing but stomp and crunch all ovahs your beloved dream.

 
O, the huge manatee!

Anyhoo...despites that inconvenial, try to enjoy your lifes!

Have a good day!!! Fill it with your favorite thing, in my case, such as:  bananas, red car, and love!

See you late-ah, alligate-ah!!!