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?

??????????????????????????????????????

?

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!

Sunday Hippo

Too-day, we hear at Pink Otter Party is herring from our long-lost, Tiberius.

Tiberius, if you please, is a hippo. And, a rather large one at that!

Tiberius:  simple yet, complex sole, happy to walking round his neighbor, see flower and dog, and to making friend with toilet. 

And yet...and yet...........................


Ennui and despair pervading him, as that is his nature. 

If only life as just a wonderful cupcake, to be eating again and again!!

A lass, tiz also the toad in the hole, the rain in the bow  and the cat litterings that must be empties. 

O, the mundanity!

Tiberius wish for his life uncucumbered with such trifle. A-live of poetry, sunshine, clean underwear and endless cupcake...O, guard-hen of delight!!!

Giddyup, Tiberius!!!...Pink Otter's Party loving you! We loving you so much, we dream you as  feather or balloon, flouting on the zen cloud of happiest, spouting your Rumi-esque all ohh-va in the world, even into the twinkiest, most twinkling star!!!

Deer reeder! As you walkabout on this maze call life, do you thinking to yourself, why so hard to be human bean??

Think, on the other hand, of also how hard to be hippo, too.

Happy Soleil-day!!!

Words to Live...bye!

Zut Alors!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 


It has suddenly dawn on me, and the serveral members of Pink Otter's Party, that Wee (that is to say, Us),  cumulatively, gratuitously, and unanimously, has acquired a lifetime of wizz-doms and other carp to passing on for you.

Tonight, this night of nights, many words are ringing in our ear, words we feel obrigate to bringing to your doorstep, not like fiery poop, but like beautiful mystery babies, or the surprise delivery package, or other gift!!!!!!!!!



Lucky you!!! 


YOu, dear reader, will be abolslutely swollen with wisdom wiffin space of mere minutes, all doo to the kindly of Pink Otter's Party !!!


Attentions must be payed!   (so sit down, and clam up!)


Here Wee Go!!!  (and try not to making a mess!)

Pink Otter Wizz-dom:

"I cahnt give you anyting but love, baby...

That the only ting I plenty off, baby!"

(Ev''body now!)

"I cahnt give you anyting but love, baby...

That the only ting I plenty off, baby!"

Chicky Wot-zit Wizz-dom: 

"Franky, my deer, I dont' give a dime! So get outta here, with your..."(shaddap!) 

(voice from the cowed: "O, deer!")

Okaasan Wizz-dom:

"Why don' pee pull just leave me 'lone?!" 

Old Bean Wizzdom: 

"Let the strangeness commence!" (continue???)

Chiyo-ni (who???) Wizz-dom:

"Bore not others, as others bore unto you."

Tiberious Wizz-dom:

"Provide, provide!" 

And the final words of wizz-dom, from all of us:

"You're soaking in it!" (Oh, Madge!)

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!

 
 

 

La Bloqued Toilette

Herro!!!

How are you on this gray and hopefully day?

Spleendid, I hop!

We here at Pink Otter Party has, what you might call, a (hush hush) toilet sit-u-a-shuns goings on. 

?What? You didnt' hear? May I scream it for you?
I saids:  

WE HAS A TOILET SIT-U-A-SHUNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, Madame, shall we be French? How, perchance, did this...uh...schit-u-a-shuns, come to happening in your, shall we say, toilette?

"Oui oui!" (translations: "Wee wee!") says Madman. "Pipez-down, et moi will tell-ez you le story!!

Mon cherry, remember Tiberius??? Le grand hippo dans toot le monde? Ah, savoir-faire! Il came to drink le thé avec moi, et to eet zee leetle cup-of-cake. Suddenly, zing-zing, vite-vite, 'excusez-moi!'

Et, le next things moi know, mon toilette, is, shall we say, bloqued. 

Mon Dieu!!!" 

Oh, perchance, Madamn!  Merci pour le story!

Lettuce leafing the French for now to consider the case of Tiberius. He come ovah, happiness drinking the tea and eating cup-o'-cakes in his majestic way, and he very promptly to block our toilet, commencing all manner of inconvenient for us!!!


And yet...and yet................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................


...........we cannot help, perchance, but to love Tiberius. For, mais oui, to love Tiberius is to love all of Tiberius, with no exceptional of his asstounding toiret-brocking skills. 

Tiberius, dont' hang your heads! WE LOVES YOU!!!

Brave hippo:  Go gentle into that good toilet!

Au reservoir!!!













 

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!!!

Ginsberger & Rebozo

Hello young lovers, wherevahs you are!!! 

Are you o.k.? Are you enjoy your life?

Please take care to treat yourselfs well!

We here at Pink Otter Party are drinking merlot and hopping 
you are neither starving, hysterical or naked. 

Unlike friends of poet Mr. Allen Ginsberger, who lost their mind and ran into street only to be destroy by pingpong and Canada.

Read the famous poetry of "HOWL" to read all about it!!!

"HOWL" also warn of the other thing which drive people crazy and leading to your downfall, such as:

--boxcars
--potato salad
--jazz
--windowsills
--lamb stew
--onions
--Kansas
--wheels
--children
--mountaintops
--caves

So, in short...avoid those thing!  in order to lives the good life of clothing, food and sanitary.

You has been warn!

On the other hand, Pink Otter Party is very enamor of new Word of Day (WOD):

REBOZO

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


What, might you ask, is meaning? Well, well, well! 

My American fellow: ask not what the meaning can do for you, rather, what you can do for the meaning. 

In other word:  whenevahs you has more than one bozo in the room, then all those other bozo beside the first bozo are the re-bozo. Conversely, you can rebozo as a verb: I rebozo, you rebozo, they rebozos. The funny things is, you put the meaning to it, and build your baseball field in the corn: if you mean it, they will come!!!

Thus, and so it is written, to have the useful word, REBOZO. 

If you (are) like me, and gods to help you if you are, you will now become obsess with this words. REBOZO will be mother to you, smothering you in her fat, singing you off-key lullaby, and feeding you beastmilk. You will need to grow up, and wean yourselfs off that sweet bird of youth so as to continue your lifes and responsibly with all the busy most important thing to do, such as:  shuffle paper, yawn, and eat your lunch.

As Okaasan say:  No goof off...do your stuff!

Sayonara!!!!!!!!!!! 

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!!!