Showing posts with label wite rat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wite rat. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Grownded

Man, now I know why Mao calls the wite rat a wite rat ... becuz he's a RAT FINK! We were just havin' a littul fun with him and had evry intenshun of giving him bak his stoopid sissy stuff evenchully (well, maybe not the nip that was in them Easter eggs cuz we made qwik werk of that), but he ratted us owt to the peepul and now we're in bad trubbul. And DMM and Sadie are mad at me for JUST HAVIN' A LITTUL FUN. I hope Halloween will come over and cuddle me, cuz I cood use sum luvvin. THE END -- RtGC

Friday, January 19, 2007

Whut a grate box!

Thare's this reely grate long tunnel box upstares in the hall. It's even dekerated reel nice with an archt entryway on both ends. So finely I desided to go inside and chek it owt... and it terns owt it'd be a grate place to hang with my harem becuz it's vary spayshus. So I made myself at home and waytid for some of my gerls to teleport over. Win all of a suddin, the wite rat comes up and sez it's HIS tunnel box, and I needed to git owt, and he was mad cuz I got my smell all over it. Well, ya know, finders keepers and all that. So I sed, "Yoo wanna peese of me???" And he sed he wuz gonna go tell on me, and that the food man made the box just for him. And he sat owtside flexin his NON-EXISTINT MUSSELLS (sorry, Daisy, but it's troo), and flappin' his yapper, and I sed, "Go ahed and rat me owt, ya littul wite ratfink," and he kept pokin at me frum owtside the box, and then I wint to sleep. THE END --- RtGC

Saturday, December 02, 2006

We had a littul industreeyul aksident...

Oh, man. Last nite, me and Mao were wipping up a batch of Mao & Rocky's Vishus Deer Repelunt, and I dunno WHUT happend ... I had a littul nip and my pane meds, and I was kinda dreemin' of Daisy Mae and that spicey vixin Rosie, and I musta not bin paying attenshun .... and I tipped over the hole batch neer the frunt porch, wich yoo mite say, cawzd qwite a stink. It made the howse smell bad, too. Reel bad. The peepul were talking abowt spending the nite in a hotell and the wite rat was running thru the howse skreeming that a skunk got electorkyoooted --- wich is ixzaktly whut it smelld like, only stronger. Forchewnitly, nobuddy kawt on to the fakt that me and Mao were up to sumthing.

So, if yoo placed an order with us reesintly, it mite be delayed until we can catch enuf skunk farts to make anuther batch. THE END --- RtGC