Filthy Wednesday

Bone-swarr, aujourd-hui!

We hear at Pink Otter Party is enjoy the midweek hoodilay, know as "Filthy Wednesday"  
(or, for you Okaasan-types, "Fi-ru-see U-e-n-su-day").


Filthy Wednesday trace its original back to Drood, ancient robe-guys too bizzy making stone hedges, so no bovver to take baffs. In this respect, such venereal hoodilay is celibation of the relax and bum-like altitude which is how we want to emu-




late.


Everybuddy wanting us,,,go-go-go!!! 


All the time!!!

I say,,,NO-NO-NO!!!



We sick ov!!! 

We think Drood, like man in pub, has a "point" (har-har)!



"Ancient" Bean freerain from this hoodilay, in honor ov his greezy hare, which preventings him from indulge, like us other jolly good fallows.

But, he with us in sp - it, which prods us on
                    (ir)

to 
greater 
depths.  :-)

  
Even Pink Otter, that most delly cat and 
(***) glamoruss (***), of creature, suggest:
 
"eh,bradda,why not go for broke-- how bow'Dirty Thursday' heyhey!!!"


I, for too, say, INDEED!!!


"Be-gone, fowl dwimmerlake!" sayz the aptly-named Old Bean, all pointy-finga, boomly-voice and Merlin-like.


(O for the love of dog!!!) 

To Bean Or Not To Bean...

JOY TO THE WHIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Febrooary--what-a month for celebrazen, feliciticitation and feliz navidad!

Let me be the furs (perhats the only!!) to wishing you Happy Chineeze Nude Year, Valentino, and, the, upcoming, Precedents' Day!!!!!

I givin you all-in-won best wishes, pom-poms and circumstance, blahblahblah, etc, so as to get more bang for my buck. 

What-a lucky you are!!!

Hey anyway...where you been?  You was almost left behind (unintelligibly, of course) by Pink Otter Party!!!!!!!!  

(voice from the cowed: "If you left behind, is that mean I right behind?")

Well! 

I sit corrected!

Anywhat, I know where I "bean", and specking of "bean"s...hows' our old fried Old Bean? 
I say, old chaps, wheres' Old Bean been??

(Aside: Hey, I can make a teepee!   /\  ) 

Well!

All I shall say, at this puncture, is that Olé Bean is safe and round (as am I!) and, as of this weakend, full-o-beans!  AKC: Church Supper Casseroll, made with hots dog and bean, an O.B. resippy and favorite amongst all of us here at Pink Otters' Party!


As if you dont have enough beans in your life, turn to us again, for another episode of... 

"Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days..."

(Heckker in the front row: Shaddap!!!)

Well!


As I says, before I so rewdly interpreted...watch Mr. Bean in my video roll. (I trust, old chaps, that you can find it?!.?!.?!.) If you rike to raugh, then raugh you will! 
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Still here? Wow, you has stanima!

So enjoy your Frebrewrary! , and, revel in beans! beans! beans!, and more beans!

Happy toilet!

/\  /\  /\

Happy New Ears!!

O, what beautiful morning,,, 

Ohh!

What beautiful day... ... ...

Dum de de dum de de dee dee, dum de de de.........

.......why, Hellooo, there, deer Reader!

"Happy New Rabbit-y-Ears!" to you!!! 

In this (y) Ear of Rabbits, what-a perfek timing to introducing new character into the every-growing menage of Pink Otter Party!

Ready??

Or not??

...'its Floppy Bye-Bye: runny on the bun!

Floppy B, as he also known, is the enigmatic, forever gracing us with . Picture the frantic energy of one who has somehow disturb the angry beehive and now must run, with the hundreds of swarm hunting him down. 

Run, run like the wind, Floppy B!


Floppy says hi and bi in the same bref, therebye making conversation difficult. Attempting to prologue the situation, one may hope of enduring more of his company, yet such is the brave and flooish wish of a frog trapped in the well, who sees nothing of this world. 


Some of us are frogs, say la vie, and some are denizens of the earth in other ways, such as camels, librarians and bear-children.


Butt: 

There is only one Floppy B.

If you, perchance, walk into him, consider the artistry and desperation of his life, and play your mind accordionly.



I am, as always and sincerely, 

Wishing you Welsh in the Happy New Ears!

 
 

 

"Pink. James Pink."

BingBingBingBingBingBing!!!!!!


Hey...you hit-a jackpot..... Cock-a-doodle-doo!!!

You, Sir or Madman, has winning a prize!!!!!



You're prize is: the very privilege of knowing Mr. P'inks firsts and middles names!!!!!!!!


Aren't you excitment???


What? 

I see the disk of point mint wrapped up in you face like-a crumple up toilet papers that stick to shoo, and you dragging out in front of evrybody. 


Clean that mess up!


Ohhh,,,, waitaminute......did you think you whining one millyon dollar or sumthin? What kina joint you think dis is, Bud? Buddy? Buster?



Or shall I say........Mac????


Oil well. Look on the blight side: you has more useless crap to crowding up you'r brain!!!


NOw...attentions must be paid...or elfs!!


This very holiday seasoning, Old Bean and me surf-risingly finding out that Mr. Pink, lov-a-ble relax consultant and bear-child, has Firsts and Middles names, in addings to the Last name of Pink.


You dont' say?


Hey...Quitus interupptus!


Ahem...meanwhile, accompanying us on our troubles travels, Mr. Pink make known to us, being of sound mind and body, that he would liking to be, henceforth and yonder, re-furred to as:




"PINK. JAMES PINK."




yOU herd right! Your honor of his Engrish heritage, with liberty and justice for all!


Sudsquaintly, afta much more dillydalling, we also finds out the eloosive Middle Name, entitle:


"UTAEMON"  !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Named after the famed-moose acter, Ichikawa Utaemon, whom Okaasan adoored while growling up in Japan.    (Looky-loo!!:  Ichikawa Utaemon)




What-a relevation!!!   


Now for some fun...L'ets say, in the altogether, with big booming voice: 

"MR. JAMES UTAEMON PINK"

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




Did you do it?????   Hmmm???


Do'nt lie to me, Argentina!!!  Eye is watchin' you!!!

Meantimes, have-a fabyoo-louse Knew Year, and try not to destroy your world!!!

Carry Me, Grant!

{Herro}
{Herro}
{Herro}...
HERRO!!!

My, isn't it worm! 


We hair at Pink Otter Potty is wishing you dis-ease 



(free)

 
hoodilay seasons.  


I, being ill and thairfour men ass to society, have ingenuonuously cree-ated my own spittoon    (click here: Helpful info to learning spittoon!)

out of purasuchikku 

(or prastic, for those of you unfortunate wivvout Okaasans)  

bagusu (baggs) 

of the Vons or Albert's Son variety.

This makeshi(f)t spittoon is then place near the place whair bolidy fruid (namely, spat,) may moss occur, such as bed, florr, car, or lastly, couch, where one is forced to lie, cat and chocklate at hand, whatching Cary Grant movies. 

O, the humanity!

Now I say to you, much as Cary Grant say to Ev-a Me-a Alone-a Saint in North by West:

"How does a girl like you get to be a boy like me?"


Or, vice versa!!!

Hhmmmm???????

Actuarilly, nothing beat the Cary Grant movie to put the smile on you! 

As Leave Me Alone Saint say to Carry-Me Grant, "It's a nice face."



OOOOOOOoooooooohhhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! 

 (click here) "A little trouty, but quite good!"



:-)    :-)    :-)     :-)     :-))))))))))))))))))))))))))

 

t-OUCH-é!

TO SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



WITH LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



(mumblebumble garblebarble)...g'nite, ev'b'dy--BE GOOD, and remember the secret phrase that bind us all in dis floating whirl:



"the goat is squeezing through the sphincter"

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Season's Eatings!

Ho Ho Ho!

or is it

Oh Oh Oh!

or is it

Oh Ho Ho!

or is it

OhHoooOhoHOhOHhhOHOHOohohohohhhhOoooo!

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or is it...

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SHADDAAAAPPP!!!!!!!

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Shiit-ake mushrooms!

Some body wen to bed on wrong side and gave us all pains in the neck!

Dis a-posed to be happy days, to have and to hole, to cherish and protract, foreverandevah, all men. 

Hey! Listen up!

Dis is da day afta,

da day afta,

da day before,

Thanks-taking!

(okayokay, quit

crowning crowing cowing cloning

clowning around!) 

We all know it was oaffish-ally Turkey Day yestaday!!!

Did you get your turnkey? 

Hear ye! Is my list what me and Old Bean et, and the sum-shuss dinner he preppered:

--turkey

--dressing 

(my turkey wore a lovely Jimmy Dean ensemble...and yours??) 

--collie flower mash

--saussage gravvy

--B.S.    

(or for those of you who may be Europeein', you may say Brussels' Spouse)

--crabnerry sauss

--yam 

(hey, that remain me of a joke: when Chicky-Wotzit axe me how was my dinner, I says, I says to her, "Hey, Chicky, it was YAMMY!!!" huhuhuhuh! Den, she look me all disgusted, like she wanna slap me--tee hee!)

Oh, and then the abrnegacious (yes, Virginia, it is a word--one I made up and which prefectly descry the state of the union at that juncture) desert, that pig in a poke, that snake in the grass, that 12 angry men in sower-creem-and-jello form, who jump into the stomack of Old Bean like soggy ninja and samurai-ed him out of a good night's sleep!!!  

Poor Old Bean!!! 

Okayokay, don't cry for him, Argentina! O.B. is O.K.!!!

Anyway, you slice it, I hopping you ate yourself out of house and home to becoming fat like me. 

Hey...lets' getting fat too, gether!!!

Season Eatings!!!