Okaasan Weather Report

Hi!!

Howse goin'?

Howse weather there?

Here.......oh mai gosh,,, itzu soo cold,,,I'm tellin' you!

Itzu crazy!

Onry 55, inside house onry 64.

Crazy, I'm tellin' you!!

An what-a wind! Every day so windy...whass happening??!!

Im all bundle up, wearin' 2 Cuddel Duds, big heby sokksu, sweatshirt. 

An that LL Bean vest...juss can't getaway from it!!

Howse your' weather?

Same like here??

Guloomy? Cold? Windly?

Copycat!!!!!

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"

!

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!!!

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!   :-)