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and you call that intelligent conversation?
Published Thursday, December 15, 2005 by Woodii | E-mail this post
G'day, my devoted fans. Well, another day brings another set of events. Sometimes they occur in a series of unfortunate events, and sometimes they occur in a series of fortunate ones. Either way, they are entirely new. What happened today, did not happen before in a person's lifetime and will most likely never occur again in a similar manner. Please excuse the fact that I am stating the obvious. Oftentimes when your world is topsyturvy and you find yourself in unfamiliar surroundings, stating the obvious is the only way to escape.
Today, my student at the University of Fanatic Objects (UFO) asked me an important question: "Do rabbits get headaches?" I did not answer him, but I shall answer you because I am sure you are asking the very same question as you read this.
The answer, my devoted devotees, is so terrible, so horrible, so profane that I can only answer it in another language. Oui, mais je n'aime pas la glace. For those of you who do not speak that language, tres bien.
Au revoir,
Monseiur Woodrow Wilson
P.S. The answer to the question currently formulating in your mind is, "Yes, I just did spend the afternoon in my previous owner's sixth period French class. That is to say, her French classmates can be described as intriguing though not particularly fond of her. Wonder why."
Oh one of my good buddies just gave me a phone call. We exchanged some hilarities. Lost my train of thoughts. Might as well go pray Maghrib. Do rabbits pray? a student might ask. The answer is the same as above.
I wanted to learn how to speak German but my cranial capacity does not support the trilingual feature... or so my Japanese doctor told me. Another question a student might ask if rabbits have races. The answer is the same as above.
K, I have to go lick my ears clean. Arrivederci, my brothers and sisters.
Today, my student at the University of Fanatic Objects (UFO) asked me an important question: "Do rabbits get headaches?" I did not answer him, but I shall answer you because I am sure you are asking the very same question as you read this.
The answer, my devoted devotees, is so terrible, so horrible, so profane that I can only answer it in another language. Oui, mais je n'aime pas la glace. For those of you who do not speak that language, tres bien.
Au revoir,
Monseiur Woodrow Wilson
P.S. The answer to the question currently formulating in your mind is, "Yes, I just did spend the afternoon in my previous owner's sixth period French class. That is to say, her French classmates can be described as intriguing though not particularly fond of her. Wonder why."
Oh one of my good buddies just gave me a phone call. We exchanged some hilarities. Lost my train of thoughts. Might as well go pray Maghrib. Do rabbits pray? a student might ask. The answer is the same as above.
I wanted to learn how to speak German but my cranial capacity does not support the trilingual feature... or so my Japanese doctor told me. Another question a student might ask if rabbits have races. The answer is the same as above.
K, I have to go lick my ears clean. Arrivederci, my brothers and sisters.
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She put a gun to my head and told me to comment. *fears for her life*
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Peace yo.
oh man you guys make my bunny sound desperate.. well guess what? he's not. my bunny can't speak in your language so I DONT KNOW WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT!!
my bunny only talks to me. <3
forcing people to comment is like..brilliant
THANKS FOR COMMENTING HEATHER. I'm woodii :)
i wasn't forced to comment. shows i love woodii and adina the most. its because i'm so lovely myself. cool peepz love cool peepz. peace out.
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"Your life is what your thoughts make it."
woorrrrrrd.
Do you want popcorn?
Do they sell popcorn?
Who'd buy popcorn if they already had it?
We bought a microwave for popcorn!
Why haven't you fed us popcorn yet?
Freak.
Love the creativity on this blog. Looking forward to more Woodrow Wilson stories. ;-)
Wait a minute. I'm confused. Didn't Woodii's owner give him up? Hrmph.