Woe Iz Uzz!

Guess "hooooo"!!!!!

Itzu ME, aging!!!

We her at Pink Otterz Par-tay has been berry-berry buzzy, doing ting such as work, stuffin our face, and go to baffroom. Plus, put on lip-sdick!!!

What an ordeal!!!

And yet, and yet...

Despot this buzzy lie-style, A*MAY**ZING!!!*LEE we still haz time to ass the question: 

iz your'e mind a shambles?

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?

Well, Froggy, Guess What?

W-H-A-A-A-A-A-T???

One day, our buzzy lies, like flowerz that close up in the night, will all "bee", how can i put delicately, 

D-E-D.

Thass right--DED!!! (cue sinister muzak)

Holy shaving cream, Batman--What-a RIPOFF!!!

And, how dreary, not to mentions, utterly ordinary!!!

"Like sand threw the *OW!* -er glass, so iz the daze ov our lies..."

So fill yore daze wif wine, (wo)/men and song, a'd (poetic) think not ov the marrow, but chew the fat off the land until cows come home like vultures to pik yo're bonz clean.   :-)))))  

 

Zum gali gali gali, zum gali gali!

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!!!

Happy Day-Gift!

Ah, another day to wrap up, like a beautiful birthday gift!!!

Pink Otter Party wishes this evening is good-a time as any to reflect on your phenomenal delights. 

Perhaps your day-gift include wonderful meal with people whom you do not hate. Perchance you were able to drive or stagger to the most pleasant destination. Or, then again, possibly you observate or participate certain thing, such as:

--picturesquely-flying crow gang in twilight sky

--rescue of moth from the heinous cat

--watching your loved one to sit in the damp seat, while yours remaining dry

Many things to bring the smiles.  :-)

Howevers, none may surpass my joy at morning time, when my body, groggy and oaf-like, sit down to prepare for the ingestion of supremely awaited cereals and...(drumrolls, please)...BANANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

O, be still my heart!!!

Upon further reflection, what if some of your day-gift not bringing the happiness you desire?

As they say, there is always the other hand, the greener grass, and the cloud to ruin the silverware. 

Perhaps you hopped for better day-gift.

Perhaps you receive this day-gift thinking, hey, why me to get this crappy little thing called crap?

O, the horror! 
O, the humanity!

But, in the immoral words of Mr. David Soul (or Hutch, as he also known by)...DON'T GIVE UP ON US, BABY!!! Don't make the wrong seems right, the future not just dis one night, blahblahblah, etcetera, et al...coughcough, ahem, la-la...don't give up on us I know--WE CAN STILL COME TOO!!! 

Of course you can come to Pink Otter Party and meet Mr. David Soul!!!

But, first thing first: now is your chance to become philosopher and annoy all those around you. Ask yourselfs the one question we alls must ask: 

"Is my bum look big in dis?"

Holymoly, Batman!

Ka-POW!!!

Listen to Okaasan

Welcome to the machine!!!

Are you loathesome tonight?

Speaking of such, during each day there exist many-a situation which may produce a crap-like worthless feeling. Maybe you think yourself, and ask yourself the following: 

Where this crap-like worthless feeling come from?

Who can I blame? 

I hungry--how long before I can safely eating?

Are my cat also experiencing these feeling? 

Who can I trust to give me the god advice to making this pain go way?

While you are deteriorating, think of mother. More pacifically, think of MY mother, Okaasan.

She live famously for her many saying and takes on a charm-like quality. Such as, but not limit to:

Stick it out!

No goof off! 

Do your stuff!

Don't be cute!  (surely, Pink Otter Party look askance at this!)

How do you like them apples?

Where's the gambling joint?

You want me to rubber-band your beak? 

Ohgahd-ohgahd!

Hey, coach!

Get the ball on the stick!

Oh, what lovely happen when we remember words of a special mother.

As you walk again through the puddle of your childhood, let the stench overwhelm you, like the spill milk no one clean up yet! 

Don't you feeling better? 

With a song in your heart and salt on your tongue, embrace Okaasan, for in this crazy joint call life, she the only one can tell you. 

Hey, the milk is spill, so might as well enjoy your sandwich!   :-)