There is nothing cuter than a pile of flying squirrels ….. until they colonize your attic, multiply like bunnehs and use your house as their homebase to launch their world domination plans.
Comment? “Le bok-bok?” What am I missing?
My skill level in OF (Outrageous Frawnsche) is generally quite adequate. But today I feel like a Liverpudlian lost in Lyons without a dictionnaire.
Oh, and bok or not, these are suitably bebbular. Who needs those Frawnshe Hens anyway.
I believe, Moi, *pulls up chalkboard* in order to understand the commentary, one must combine standard OF (as is used in the vernacular) with how one would imitate a chicken… e.g., le bok-bok!, creme-de-begawk!, and whatnot.
*adjusts spectacles*
When I lived in the woods, there was a colony of flying skwrls in the tree outside my kitchen window. It was like having Saturday morning cartoons in the window every breakfast time.
“When I lived in the woods” somehow has me cracking up. I’m picturing you as having been a wild animal who has since been domesticated.
With all due respect, of course.
once when I was a young’n I was reading quietly in the living room when there was a sudden whoosh! and something crashed violently into the huge picture window. the storm window shattered with the loudest crash imaginable and I pretty much hit the ceiling with the same velocity. later we surmised it must have been a flying skwerl because there were no feathers like when birdies hit, but there was a small greasy spot with little brown bits of fur left on the inside window. the poor thing must have miraculously survived the hit because he was nowhere to be found!
yes, it was quite the mystery. if not for the fur bits on the window we probably would have chalked it up to a wayward softball, but the woods behind the house were a bit thick for games like that. in any case, my father was not amused.
Nah…the Muppets and John Denver did the definitive version for me. Every time I hear ANY version of “12 Days…” I find myself listening for Miss Piggy’s ba-dum-bum bum after the “FIVE GOOO-OLD RINGS!”
WOT sol? Ah ain’t had no sol, since my foist kitteh stolded it.
Heez name wuz Salingere. Among other testimonials,
1: Salingere wuz in LOF weeth mah boyfren’s Stanky Nasty Smelly Wirkbuuts. and
2: Wen Salingere kicked da Oif (aka he died), a frey-und from out of town who had known Salingere fur menny menny yrs …sent me a condolences card and had composed a poem specifically in memoriam to Sir Salingere.
RIP mon bon ami Salinger.
(and, b’fore enny of yew asks, hee wuz name-ified, after JD Salingere, NOT
after Pierre Salingere)
PS: I’ve added an extra, ending “E” to his name here,
only to adhere to the Outrageous Frawnsche Thread today.
Oh my gawd….
>>>>falls over ded from the qte>>>>>>>>>>
But stays alive long enough to shout – First time I got firsties!! Woo Hoo,and dies!
Bops NorbertsMom with the CO magic BLEEN Stick!
LOL
I love slapstick.
Duck, NorbertsMom! Duck QUICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Flying squirrel, NorbertsMom! Flying SQUIRREL!!!!!”
Juuuuust outta curiosity, NorbertsMom, what species is Norbert? Is (s)he, by chance, a Norwegian Ridgeback?
There is nothing cuter than a pile of flying squirrels ….. until they colonize your attic, multiply like bunnehs and use your house as their homebase to launch their world domination plans.
pair one of these with a ferret and you can has a mouseless production of Pinky and the Brain
(brain brain brain)
Love that show. Those bebeh flyers can colonize my attic anytime.
I can’t decide which is cuter, the ears or the eyes.
They are delightful… KLUNK !!!!
Comment? “Le bok-bok?” What am I missing?
My skill level in OF (Outrageous Frawnsche) is generally quite adequate. But today I feel like a Liverpudlian lost in Lyons without a dictionnaire.
Oh, and bok or not, these are suitably bebbular. Who needs those Frawnshe Hens anyway.
I believe, Moi, *pulls up chalkboard* in order to understand the commentary, one must combine standard OF (as is used in the vernacular) with how one would imitate a chicken… e.g., le bok-bok!, creme-de-begawk!, and whatnot.
*adjusts spectacles*
Three FRENCH, as in FRENCH, HENS as in HENS. Get it? Get it? *nudge nudge nudge*
As in French Hens would say Bok Bok (whispers::: by the way my hens speak english and they say bok bok too).
Wouldn’t they say “Boque Boque”?
a MOST astute pernt, Mme Therese . You geht a Golde Starre.
Guess I haven’t been hanging around hens recently. Hens in MY day (pulls crocheted shawl more tightly around neck) said puk, puk, puk, puk-KAW-kwa.
French hens say “cot cot cot” and sometimes add a tonitruant “CODEEEEC”
Signed, a frenchie
Come to think of it, Moi, that’s how the German chickens of my acquaintance sounded…..
KittyAdventures, that’s the sound of a French hen squawking. In English, they just say “bok, bok, bok”
They are not neither flying! They are curled up in some lucky person’s hand being cute!
(besides, if they are flying skwerls, where’s their goggles and scarves?)
Hey Rock, watch me pull a rabbit outta my hat!
Nothin’ up my sleeve….
Followed by Rocky and Bulwinkle music.
Goggles and scarves….*snerk*
Now these are French hens,
http://images.clipartof.com/small/1044833-Royalty-Free-RF-Clip-Art-Illustration-Of-Cartoon-Three-French-Hens.jpg
Probably smoking Gitanes.
Un-brie-lievablely cheesy
*bows*
Here are some more!
http://dgvcfaspring10.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/henswithwords-copy.jpg
*particularly enjoys les berets, et le fait, qu’un poulet parle d’un vache*
I was hoping for 3 French Bulldog puppies … but these will do, thank you *gulp*
When I lived in the woods, there was a colony of flying skwrls in the tree outside my kitchen window. It was like having Saturday morning cartoons in the window every breakfast time.
“When I lived in the woods” somehow has me cracking up. I’m picturing you as having been a wild animal who has since been domesticated.
With all due respect, of course.
Or a hermit type.
or perhaps a hermit CRAB
Drat, now I have a song stuck in my head. Time to share!
Sort of seizure-inducing.
but only in the Best Possible *cough* Way, of course
once when I was a young’n I was reading quietly in the living room when there was a sudden whoosh! and something crashed violently into the huge picture window. the storm window shattered with the loudest crash imaginable and I pretty much hit the ceiling with the same velocity. later we surmised it must have been a flying skwerl because there were no feathers like when birdies hit, but there was a small greasy spot with little brown bits of fur left on the inside window. the poor thing must have miraculously survived the hit because he was nowhere to be found!
to shattere a window (aka fenetre) des storms …..
yes, it was quite the mystery. if not for the fur bits on the window we probably would have chalked it up to a wayward softball, but the woods behind the house were a bit thick for games like that. in any case, my father was not amused.
Skwerl’d peace.
I blame you all for the fact that the past three days I have had Eddie Izzard in my head singing “FIVE GOOO-OLD RINGS!”
Nah…the Muppets and John Denver did the definitive version for me. Every time I hear ANY version of “12 Days…” I find myself listening for Miss Piggy’s ba-dum-bum bum after the “FIVE GOOO-OLD RINGS!”
There is that, yes. However – and I cannot explain it – my brain has not defaulted to Miss Piggy. It has defaulted to Mr. Izzard. Ba-dum-bum-bum.
You know, “Mr. Izzard” would be a GREAT Muppet name…
Can you IMAGINE Eddie Izzard with the Muppets? That would be the best way to die laughing……
A handfirrel o’ squirrel.
Soooo … are they French Flying Squirrels..and do they work at Cique De Sole?
@ KA:
Izzat Cirque du SoLEIL ???
or Cirque du Soul??
Wirks out, eeder way !!!!
Dey are ebel, peepuls.
Dey can steel yer soles, I tell you.
Sol?
WOT sol? Ah ain’t had no sol, since my foist kitteh stolded it.
Heez name wuz Salingere. Among other testimonials,
1: Salingere wuz in LOF weeth mah boyfren’s Stanky Nasty Smelly Wirkbuuts. and
2: Wen Salingere kicked da Oif (aka he died), a frey-und from out of town who had known Salingere fur menny menny yrs …sent me a condolences card and had composed a poem specifically in memoriam to Sir Salingere.
RIP mon bon ami Salinger.
(and, b’fore enny of yew asks, hee wuz name-ified, after JD Salingere, NOT
after Pierre Salingere)
PS: I’ve added an extra, ending “E” to his name here,
only to adhere to the Outrageous Frawnsche Thread today.
Adhere? Something stuck to you?
yes’m.
http://www.metrolyrics.com/stuck-on-you-lyrics-elvis-presley.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcyhVHrmlMU
er… that was supposed’ta stick the video in there…
it’s Louis from The Little Mermaid singing Le Poisson. more O.F., a la Firdie’s comment
und eet DEED steeck tha video een there!!!
or, dans le francais, “le voila!!!”
Merci bien, tracylee
Ok now I want to know where I can sign up for said list of 12 days of christmas. Squirrels….puppers…I want! I want! I WANT!
I’m with ya,emmylee, I want ‘em 2 !!