… and that’s when Marcie, she’s Marge and Stanley’s eldest, just stands up in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner and declares that she and her boyfriend are going backpacking across Europe, and Stanley’s face went just beet red…
Oh, but listen to me, nattering on, not letting you get a word in edgewise…
They looked real to us at first too, Sue V.
“(Wow, the swan boats in this park are so realistic…)”
“(… and really well-upholstered, too — like a down pillow!)”
“(… in fact, I just might take a little nap here… honk-shuuuuuu…)”
Andrea M. writes: “We’ve got a cygnet at the Los Angeles Zoo again. That’s his/her Dad back he/she nestled on. PS: Keep up the great work. I keep a pail and scoop for the brains right next to my computer. It makes clean up a no brainer.”
Well, it would pretty much have to be, wouldn’t it?
I hear voices. Even now I hear them. The little voices, all the time, telling me what to do.
I wish they’d get off my back.
Honk if you love geeses.
You’re giving us goosebumps, Helen R.
And your pop-up advertiseeng — eet bores me as well. Away wees eet!
Now, let’s see… You get some duck food, and you get some duck food, and you get some duck food (wow, I feel just like Oprah here!)…
Well, that was fun. I wonder what’s for lunch?
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These jive owls ain’t hep to de riddim, dig? But they’re giving it owl they got.
Groovin’ to the blinking, Heather V.! Orphaned Screech Owls being weighed in WildCare’s Wildlife Hospital. They will stay in care until they’re old enough to be released back into the wild.
Not funny, honey! Don’t get wise, french fries. Get me out, Girl Scout.
Lucky ducky, Chantel L.
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