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new yearz pwanz
We are sending purrs for your meowmie to feelz bedder
"cshenk" wrote in message ... Awwh, soundz fun! Iz on duty tho. Meowmie slipped onna dat nasty frozen snowmonster stuff anna she's hurted her back again. Wez on purr and soft yip/wag duty herez. Daisy-chan, doing Magnifiscent purr duty "Granby" wrote in message ... I looked anna mosdt of dem beeches is white but dat minds me too much of sno. Diz one iz a dark brown and will show off all da kitties beaudy when dem is sunnink demselvez. Dere r no hoomanz, ho houzez. We kan ask Mellia to design plazes for doze who don't like da out and for da bities ta play and beez safez. Dere if rume to store fudz and still lotza beech rume and rume to lay in da sun. Willow sends this message to Trudi and begins ta pak. She puts the heating pad back on Gramby's bed as she won't be needing it in Stralia. I sure hopez other cats join uzes dere but we iz going kauze we hatez da kold and it hurtz our own bonez. "Storrmmee" wrote in message ... dat depindz, whut kulur iza sand I wants sum sand dat iz brown or tan, i duzint wantsa white samd beclawz dat willz remind minesef offa snowz, ifin itz brown sand i iz in, trudi "Granby" wrote in message ... Willow unplugs her heating pad she brought to Mosey's house, says her thank you's and good bye's. When she gets home, she runs to the puter room and punches up Australia. Dere are lotza beechez here. here is one kalled Whale Beech and itself iz bootifuls. Trudi how bout whale beech? "Storrmmee" wrote in message ... Trudi wakez furm a nap she tellz mosey anna meowie she must go home... after porting home she is sitting still thinking about how beri kowlde it iz, she remfurz herown catversation with willow who also hatez da kowlde... I iz NOTTED stayin in diz kowlde, I iza kittee, I kan go anewreeerez.. itz summertimez inna 'strailia, I iz gowinder... callz willow onna catilite phone... willow i iz gowinta 'strailia... duz ursef wantsa go... anna ifin ursef duz ursef kan efin pikda pwaze, i thinkz we shuld go anna pwanna partee fur new yerz efe, it juzt hasta be beetter dan diz horrible cowlde... Trudi, pakin herown bagz |
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new yearz pwanz
pprr huh, ohn her back... sure... sorree i wuz nappin anna i hadda wake up
enuf ta remfur dat trudi telled me she wuz gowin sumwherez warm... i'll share wiffa willow anna let hersef send it to what catz wantsa seeit, Storrmmee, pokin trudi awake "Harri Roadcat" wrote in message ... On Tue, 28 Dec 2010 08:15:59 -0600, Granby wrote: O T returns home from the great Kissamouse pardie at Mosey's. He goes to the cat phone and calls Harri. Harri mine luff kan we take da catakopter and fli ofver diz beech and chek itself out? Itself sounz too gud ta be true. No hoomanz, no houzez and all dat nize warm brown sand. [As OT hangs up his catellite phone he hears the sound of an approaching catacopter. The chopper makes a high-speed pass over OT's house, barely clearing the roof of the factory across the street. Harri pulls the chopper into a tight turn and lands in OT's back yard.] A warm beach wif no hoomins? We gotta see dis. Let's go! [Harri and OT strap into the cockpit, then the chopper lifts off. Harri zooms out under the nearby power lines, then climbs steeply. As they level off a few hundred feet over the ground, the chopper pulls up beside a passing police helicopter. The pilot of the police chopper looks over at Harri and OT in their cat-sized chopper and does a double take. Both kitties wave, then OT adjusts the teleporter controls and pushes the button. Harri and OT laugh at what the police pilot's face must look like when their chopper just disappeared! The two kitties experience a bright sparkling outside the windscreen, and when the sparkling stops they find themselves over a broad desert area. The ocean can be seen nearby. Where the mainland meets the sea, tall cliffs mark the junction. Small trees and large bushes grow along the edges of the cliffs. From several hundred feet high the two kitties see many small beaches separated from each other by fingers of rock reaching out from the cliffs. Many of them are rocky, many have strong currents. Finally, after scouring miles of coastline, OT spots a likely looking area. A particularly high cliff runs over a mile, with large rugged outcroppings along the edge that discourage close approach. At the foot of the cliff is a broad, smooth beach of sand the color of hot cocoa. At each end of the beach the cliffs themselves jut out into the ocean, making access to the beach impossible via any means other than boat, helicopter, or teleporter. Many caves can be seen in the face of the cliff. Harri lands the chopper on the beach, and OT and Harri get out to explore.] OT: Dis sand is beautiful! And it feels so warm on the paw pads - dis is nice. Harri: Oh yes! Dis is great. Look, a patch of grass against the base of the cliff! [Harri dashes to the patch of grass, plops down on her back and squirms around, enjoying the warmth of the sun. She is soon joined by OT. As they soak up the sun, they are startled by a kitty voice calling to them. When they look around they spot a orange tabby kitty emerging from one of the caves. He is wearing a drover's hat and carrying a staff.] G'day, mates! I've never seen you blokes before. How are ya? Harri: Hello! We're just fine, thanks. I'm Harri Roadcat, and this is my wink OT. We're looking for a beach for the Community to have a picnic on. Aussie cat: Well, you've found a right bonzer beach here, you have. This here is called Stoney Beach. Can't rightly tell ya why, since there's nare a stone to be seen, but there you have it. By the way, me name's Stewy, and I live right near here. There's no humans ever around here, and the weather's near allez nice. OT: Hi, Stewy, it's nice to meet yourownself. Dis looks like a gudgud place for da picnic. We'll tell everykitty about it. We'z prolly going to haf some bitties wif us too; are doze caves dangerous? Stewy: Naw, they's fine. Very few of 'em is more than a couple dozen feet long, and the long ones just go to the cat community near here. Your bitties can play in the caves all they want wifout any dangers. [Harri dashes back to the catacopter, digs around in the back, and returns with her paws full of equipment. She fiddles around for a minute or two, then shows the gear to the boycats.] Harri: We brought a good video camera with us, and a catellite relay system. I just adjusted efurrything, so we're streaming live video to Stormmee's house. Stormmee, here's da beach we finded. OT and me fink it looks good. Could you send dis video to the offur kitties and see if dey fink it will do? |
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new yearz pwanz
well ursef kan come ifin hersef getz better so no woreez juzt keep watchin,
Trudi, who was rudely poked awake "cshenk" wrote in message ... Awwh, soundz fun! Iz on duty tho. Meowmie slipped onna dat nasty frozen snowmonster stuff anna she's hurted her back again. Wez on purr and soft yip/wag duty herez. Daisy-chan, doing Magnifiscent purr duty "Granby" wrote in message ... I looked anna mosdt of dem beeches is white but dat minds me too much of sno. Diz one iz a dark brown and will show off all da kitties beaudy when dem is sunnink demselvez. Dere r no hoomanz, ho houzez. We kan ask Mellia to design plazes for doze who don't like da out and for da bities ta play and beez safez. Dere if rume to store fudz and still lotza beech rume and rume to lay in da sun. Willow sends this message to Trudi and begins ta pak. She puts the heating pad back on Gramby's bed as she won't be needing it in Stralia. I sure hopez other cats join uzes dere but we iz going kauze we hatez da kold and it hurtz our own bonez. "Storrmmee" wrote in message ... dat depindz, whut kulur iza sand I wants sum sand dat iz brown or tan, i duzint wantsa white samd beclawz dat willz remind minesef offa snowz, ifin itz brown sand i iz in, trudi "Granby" wrote in message ... Willow unplugs her heating pad she brought to Mosey's house, says her thank you's and good bye's. When she gets home, she runs to the puter room and punches up Australia. Dere are lotza beechez here. here is one kalled Whale Beech and itself iz bootifuls. Trudi how bout whale beech? "Storrmmee" wrote in message ... Trudi wakez furm a nap she tellz mosey anna meowie she must go home... after porting home she is sitting still thinking about how beri kowlde it iz, she remfurz herown catversation with willow who also hatez da kowlde... I iz NOTTED stayin in diz kowlde, I iza kittee, I kan go anewreeerez.. itz summertimez inna 'strailia, I iz gowinder... callz willow onna catilite phone... willow i iz gowinta 'strailia... duz ursef wantsa go... anna ifin ursef duz ursef kan efin pikda pwaze, i thinkz we shuld go anna pwanna partee fur new yerz efe, it juzt hasta be beetter dan diz horrible cowlde... Trudi, pakin herown bagz |
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new yearz pwanz
wurkz fur mee, trudi
"Granby" wrote in message ... Willow calls Trudi in the foan. Diz sounz like a lufflie plaze I saie it iza a go what bout you "Harri Roadcat" wrote in message ... On Tue, 28 Dec 2010 08:15:59 -0600, Granby wrote: O T returns home from the great Kissamouse pardie at Mosey's. He goes to the cat phone and calls Harri. Harri mine luff kan we take da catakopter and fli ofver diz beech and chek itself out? Itself sounz too gud ta be true. No hoomanz, no houzez and all dat nize warm brown sand. [As OT hangs up his catellite phone he hears the sound of an approaching catacopter. The chopper makes a high-speed pass over OT's house, barely clearing the roof of the factory across the street. Harri pulls the chopper into a tight turn and lands in OT's back yard.] A warm beach wif no hoomins? We gotta see dis. Let's go! [Harri and OT strap into the cockpit, then the chopper lifts off. Harri zooms out under the nearby power lines, then climbs steeply. As they level off a few hundred feet over the ground, the chopper pulls up beside a passing police helicopter. The pilot of the police chopper looks over at Harri and OT in their cat-sized chopper and does a double take. Both kitties wave, then OT adjusts the teleporter controls and pushes the button. Harri and OT laugh at what the police pilot's face must look like when their chopper just disappeared! The two kitties experience a bright sparkling outside the windscreen, and when the sparkling stops they find themselves over a broad desert area. The ocean can be seen nearby. Where the mainland meets the sea, tall cliffs mark the junction. Small trees and large bushes grow along the edges of the cliffs. From several hundred feet high the two kitties see many small beaches separated from each other by fingers of rock reaching out from the cliffs. Many of them are rocky, many have strong currents. Finally, after scouring miles of coastline, OT spots a likely looking area. A particularly high cliff runs over a mile, with large rugged outcroppings along the edge that discourage close approach. At the foot of the cliff is a broad, smooth beach of sand the color of hot cocoa. At each end of the beach the cliffs themselves jut out into the ocean, making access to the beach impossible via any means other than boat, helicopter, or teleporter. Many caves can be seen in the face of the cliff. Harri lands the chopper on the beach, and OT and Harri get out to explore.] OT: Dis sand is beautiful! And it feels so warm on the paw pads - dis is nice. Harri: Oh yes! Dis is great. Look, a patch of grass against the base of the cliff! [Harri dashes to the patch of grass, plops down on her back and squirms around, enjoying the warmth of the sun. She is soon joined by OT. As they soak up the sun, they are startled by a kitty voice calling to them. When they look around they spot a orange tabby kitty emerging from one of the caves. He is wearing a drover's hat and carrying a staff.] G'day, mates! I've never seen you blokes before. How are ya? Harri: Hello! We're just fine, thanks. I'm Harri Roadcat, and this is my wink OT. We're looking for a beach for the Community to have a picnic on. Aussie cat: Well, you've found a right bonzer beach here, you have. This here is called Stoney Beach. Can't rightly tell ya why, since there's nare a stone to be seen, but there you have it. By the way, me name's Stewy, and I live right near here. There's no humans ever around here, and the weather's near allez nice. OT: Hi, Stewy, it's nice to meet yourownself. Dis looks like a gudgud place for da picnic. We'll tell everykitty about it. We'z prolly going to haf some bitties wif us too; are doze caves dangerous? Stewy: Naw, they's fine. Very few of 'em is more than a couple dozen feet long, and the long ones just go to the cat community near here. Your bitties can play in the caves all they want wifout any dangers. [Harri dashes back to the catacopter, digs around in the back, and returns with her paws full of equipment. She fiddles around for a minute or two, then shows the gear to the boycats.] Harri: We brought a good video camera with us, and a catellite relay system. I just adjusted efurrything, so we're streaming live video to Stormmee's house. Stormmee, here's da beach we finded. OT and me fink it looks good. Could you send dis video to the offur kitties and see if dey fink it will do? |
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new yearz pwanz
Dey iz rite, yu kin be in more dan won place. Get well, Daisy-chan's
meowmie! Booker On 12/28/2010 7:46 AM, cshenk wrote: Awwh, soundz fun! Iz on duty tho. Meowmie slipped onna dat nasty frozen snowmonster stuff anna she's hurted her back again. Wez on purr and soft yip/wag duty herez. Daisy-chan, doing Magnifiscent purr duty "Granby" wrote in message ... I looked anna mosdt of dem beeches is white but dat minds me too much of sno. Diz one iz a dark brown and will show off all da kitties beaudy when dem is sunnink demselvez. Dere r no hoomanz, ho houzez. We kan ask Mellia to design plazes for doze who don't like da out and for da bities ta play and beez safez. Dere if rume to store fudz and still lotza beech rume and rume to lay in da sun. Willow sends this message to Trudi and begins ta pak. She puts the heating pad back on Gramby's bed as she won't be needing it in Stralia. I sure hopez other cats join uzes dere but we iz going kauze we hatez da kold and it hurtz our own bonez. "Storrmmee" wrote in message ... dat depindz, whut kulur iza sand I wants sum sand dat iz brown or tan, i duzint wantsa white samd beclawz dat willz remind minesef offa snowz, ifin itz brown sand i iz in, trudi "Granby" wrote in message ... Willow unplugs her heating pad she brought to Mosey's house, says her thank you's and good bye's. When she gets home, she runs to the puter room and punches up Australia. Dere are lotza beechez here. here is one kalled Whale Beech and itself iz bootifuls. Trudi how bout whale beech? "Storrmmee" wrote in message ... Trudi wakez furm a nap she tellz mosey anna meowie she must go home... after porting home she is sitting still thinking about how beri kowlde it iz, she remfurz herown catversation with willow who also hatez da kowlde... I iz NOTTED stayin in diz kowlde, I iza kittee, I kan go anewreeerez.. itz summertimez inna 'strailia, I iz gowinder... callz willow onna catilite phone... willow i iz gowinta 'strailia... duz ursef wantsa go... anna ifin ursef duz ursef kan efin pikda pwaze, i thinkz we shuld go anna pwanna partee fur new yerz efe, it juzt hasta be beetter dan diz horrible cowlde... Trudi, pakin herown bagz |
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new yearz pwanz
Ize wantz to go. Sittin in front of da foodboxthingie iz gettin old. Itz
da only warm place in da houze wen da mizerz dont turn da heatinghousethingie on. Booker On 12/28/2010 4:22 AM, Storrmmee wrote: Trudi wakez furm a nap she tellz mosey anna meowie she must go home... after porting home she is sitting still thinking about how beri kowlde it iz, she remfurz herown catversation with willow who also hatez da kowlde... I iz NOTTED stayin in diz kowlde, I iza kittee, I kan go anewreeerez.. itz summertimez inna 'strailia, I iz gowinder... callz willow onna catilite phone... willow i iz gowinta 'strailia... duz ursef wantsa go... anna ifin ursef duz ursef kan efin pikda pwaze, i thinkz we shuld go anna pwanna partee fur new yerz efe, it juzt hasta be beetter dan diz horrible cowlde... Trudi, pakin herown bagz |
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new yearz pwanz
Piglett stretches and waks and shakes her cold stiff body as she hears her
foan fing. Ummm, yes, dat sounz fine, I will bee rite home. She goes to find Wascal. Can u tell da ofther kitties dat Harri anna O T haff foun a lofelie beach in Strailla for uz to be warm anna haffa new yearz pardie, dem is all welkome anna dere iz onlee cats on da island and dem talkz funnie but welkomz uzenz. "Storrmmee" wrote in message ... wurkz fur mee, trudi "Granby" wrote in message ... Willow calls Trudi in the foan. Diz sounz like a lufflie plaze I saie it iza a go what bout you "Harri Roadcat" wrote in message ... On Tue, 28 Dec 2010 08:15:59 -0600, Granby wrote: O T returns home from the great Kissamouse pardie at Mosey's. He goes to the cat phone and calls Harri. Harri mine luff kan we take da catakopter and fli ofver diz beech and chek itself out? Itself sounz too gud ta be true. No hoomanz, no houzez and all dat nize warm brown sand. [As OT hangs up his catellite phone he hears the sound of an approaching catacopter. The chopper makes a high-speed pass over OT's house, barely clearing the roof of the factory across the street. Harri pulls the chopper into a tight turn and lands in OT's back yard.] A warm beach wif no hoomins? We gotta see dis. Let's go! [Harri and OT strap into the cockpit, then the chopper lifts off. Harri zooms out under the nearby power lines, then climbs steeply. As they level off a few hundred feet over the ground, the chopper pulls up beside a passing police helicopter. The pilot of the police chopper looks over at Harri and OT in their cat-sized chopper and does a double take. Both kitties wave, then OT adjusts the teleporter controls and pushes the button. Harri and OT laugh at what the police pilot's face must look like when their chopper just disappeared! The two kitties experience a bright sparkling outside the windscreen, and when the sparkling stops they find themselves over a broad desert area. The ocean can be seen nearby. Where the mainland meets the sea, tall cliffs mark the junction. Small trees and large bushes grow along the edges of the cliffs. From several hundred feet high the two kitties see many small beaches separated from each other by fingers of rock reaching out from the cliffs. Many of them are rocky, many have strong currents. Finally, after scouring miles of coastline, OT spots a likely looking area. A particularly high cliff runs over a mile, with large rugged outcroppings along the edge that discourage close approach. At the foot of the cliff is a broad, smooth beach of sand the color of hot cocoa. At each end of the beach the cliffs themselves jut out into the ocean, making access to the beach impossible via any means other than boat, helicopter, or teleporter. Many caves can be seen in the face of the cliff. Harri lands the chopper on the beach, and OT and Harri get out to explore.] OT: Dis sand is beautiful! And it feels so warm on the paw pads - dis is nice. Harri: Oh yes! Dis is great. Look, a patch of grass against the base of the cliff! [Harri dashes to the patch of grass, plops down on her back and squirms around, enjoying the warmth of the sun. She is soon joined by OT. As they soak up the sun, they are startled by a kitty voice calling to them. When they look around they spot a orange tabby kitty emerging from one of the caves. He is wearing a drover's hat and carrying a staff.] G'day, mates! I've never seen you blokes before. How are ya? Harri: Hello! We're just fine, thanks. I'm Harri Roadcat, and this is my wink OT. We're looking for a beach for the Community to have a picnic on. Aussie cat: Well, you've found a right bonzer beach here, you have. This here is called Stoney Beach. Can't rightly tell ya why, since there's nare a stone to be seen, but there you have it. By the way, me name's Stewy, and I live right near here. There's no humans ever around here, and the weather's near allez nice. OT: Hi, Stewy, it's nice to meet yourownself. Dis looks like a gudgud place for da picnic. We'll tell everykitty about it. We'z prolly going to haf some bitties wif us too; are doze caves dangerous? Stewy: Naw, they's fine. Very few of 'em is more than a couple dozen feet long, and the long ones just go to the cat community near here. Your bitties can play in the caves all they want wifout any dangers. [Harri dashes back to the catacopter, digs around in the back, and returns with her paws full of equipment. She fiddles around for a minute or two, then shows the gear to the boycats.] Harri: We brought a good video camera with us, and a catellite relay system. I just adjusted efurrything, so we're streaming live video to Stormmee's house. Stormmee, here's da beach we finded. OT and me fink it looks good. Could you send dis video to the offur kitties and see if dey fink it will do? |
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new yearz pwanz
owrz soft iz purtee stingee wiffa heater thingys, she is efin stingee in dis
itti bitti kumpurtmint, where dey providez itsef... she sayed itz beclawz she is hot blooded, I think itz becauze she is hot flashed, snickerz... iz yourown hoze coming? dat cold box thingz iza blessing, ceptim we wulda rafer it been bigger so more of uses kuld be der... diz kumpirtmint haza blower vent thingyz inna ceelin, diz makez uses all krangkee. Trudi "Booker" wrote in message ... Ize wantz to go. Sittin in front of da foodboxthingie iz gettin old. Itz da only warm place in da houze wen da mizerz dont turn da heatinghousethingie on. Booker On 12/28/2010 4:22 AM, Storrmmee wrote: Trudi wakez furm a nap she tellz mosey anna meowie she must go home... after porting home she is sitting still thinking about how beri kowlde it iz, she remfurz herown catversation with willow who also hatez da kowlde... I iz NOTTED stayin in diz kowlde, I iza kittee, I kan go anewreeerez.. itz summertimez inna 'strailia, I iz gowinder... callz willow onna catilite phone... willow i iz gowinta 'strailia... duz ursef wantsa go... anna ifin ursef duz ursef kan efin pikda pwaze, i thinkz we shuld go anna pwanna partee fur new yerz efe, it juzt hasta be beetter dan diz horrible cowlde... Trudi, pakin herown bagz |
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new yearz pwanz
Ar hole houze is pakin rite now. Weze rilly reddy fur a warm bacation.
We fink ar meowmie haz doze hotflash fingies. She duz da kitty toss in da middle of da nite an we alls go flyin an she sez shez hot hot hot. An she iz. Itz eifer da Graves or da change, not sure witch. Booker On 12/28/2010 8:26 AM, Storrmmee wrote: owrz soft iz purtee stingee wiffa heater thingys, she is efin stingee in dis itti bitti kumpurtmint, where dey providez itsef... she sayed itz beclawz she is hot blooded, I think itz becauze she is hot flashed, snickerz... iz yourown hoze coming? dat cold box thingz iza blessing, ceptim we wulda rafer it been bigger so more of uses kuld be der... diz kumpirtmint haza blower vent thingyz inna ceelin, diz makez uses all krangkee. Trudi wrote in message ... Ize wantz to go. Sittin in front of da foodboxthingie iz gettin old. Itz da only warm place in da houze wen da mizerz dont turn da heatinghousethingie on. Booker On 12/28/2010 4:22 AM, Storrmmee wrote: Trudi wakez furm a nap she tellz mosey anna meowie she must go home... after porting home she is sitting still thinking about how beri kowlde it iz, she remfurz herown catversation with willow who also hatez da kowlde... I iz NOTTED stayin in diz kowlde, I iza kittee, I kan go anewreeerez.. itz summertimez inna 'strailia, I iz gowinder... callz willow onna catilite phone... willow i iz gowinta 'strailia... duz ursef wantsa go... anna ifin ursef duz ursef kan efin pikda pwaze, i thinkz we shuld go anna pwanna partee fur new yerz efe, it juzt hasta be beetter dan diz horrible cowlde... Trudi, pakin herown bagz |
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new yearz pwanz
da gud thing bowt soft bein so warm iz dat she iz nizeta sniggulez wif, da
bad thing iz dat she openz da winnerz fur no rezun atall sumtimez, Trudi "Booker" wrote in message ... Ar hole houze is pakin rite now. Weze rilly reddy fur a warm bacation. We fink ar meowmie haz doze hotflash fingies. She duz da kitty toss in da middle of da nite an we alls go flyin an she sez shez hot hot hot. An she iz. Itz eifer da Graves or da change, not sure witch. Booker On 12/28/2010 8:26 AM, Storrmmee wrote: owrz soft iz purtee stingee wiffa heater thingys, she is efin stingee in dis itti bitti kumpurtmint, where dey providez itsef... she sayed itz beclawz she is hot blooded, I think itz becauze she is hot flashed, snickerz... iz yourown hoze coming? dat cold box thingz iza blessing, ceptim we wulda rafer it been bigger so more of uses kuld be der... diz kumpirtmint haza blower vent thingyz inna ceelin, diz makez uses all krangkee. Trudi wrote in message ... Ize wantz to go. Sittin in front of da foodboxthingie iz gettin old. Itz da only warm place in da houze wen da mizerz dont turn da heatinghousethingie on. Booker On 12/28/2010 4:22 AM, Storrmmee wrote: Trudi wakez furm a nap she tellz mosey anna meowie she must go home... after porting home she is sitting still thinking about how beri kowlde it iz, she remfurz herown catversation with willow who also hatez da kowlde... I iz NOTTED stayin in diz kowlde, I iza kittee, I kan go anewreeerez.. itz summertimez inna 'strailia, I iz gowinder... callz willow onna catilite phone... willow i iz gowinta 'strailia... duz ursef wantsa go... anna ifin ursef duz ursef kan efin pikda pwaze, i thinkz we shuld go anna pwanna partee fur new yerz efe, it juzt hasta be beetter dan diz horrible cowlde... Trudi, pakin herown bagz |
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