[Dailydrool] Speakin ob Varmitz-----

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Dis Brudder Elwood. Why I soo glad we a talkin bout varmits cause da Brudder gotz liddel varmit storie. Yes sir, Momma told me I got to gib youze all liddel warnin when I write dis one. Here we go. Now dis true storie, so don't bee a finkin da brudder a shootin off ob da snooter now.
WARNIN; DA VARMIT DON'T LIVE IN DIS STORIE.
Otey. here we go. Dis heppin a couple weekz a go but Momma bin liddel crabby and she gib me da eyeball bout tellin dis.
See, when Auntie Sandi bee here at me home, Momma park da workin car on ober by da bush so da Red Bay Transporting Moochine whut bee big--it gotz its own zippee code youze see--could park in me dribe way. Well, Norm and da gang go home, Momma go back to da hound supportin job and she dribe da wurkin car. Momma seyz, my hebbinz dat car gotz a smell, she keep on dribin----dis bee a woomen fing, iffin it moobes- keep on a going--soo, dat weekend, Momma goin down to da 'Teeter to git da foodz---I meke herz a list cause she brain dead--she go out an start da car, Brudder Elwood rite dere at da door a watchin, I gotz da shoppin list in me chopperz cause she furgot to pick it up---seez reference to da brain dead issuez--she hop back outta da car an run inta me home cause a brain cell dun kicked in and she bee a lookin fur da list whut ob course be in me choppers. Well, bout dat time I git da smell. I call Brudder Jake on ober to da door, I seyz dooze you smell dat??? Brudder Jake seyz why dat a nice smell, but it a comin frum Mommaz car. I lookie an dere be liddel smoke a comin frum da motor room on dat moochine. Momma she still a lookin fur da shoppin list, an here be da Brudderz, watchin da smoke. I git da tellyphone---I gotz da poleese on speedy dial cause I lib wif left brain, rite brain, and no brain--sumbodie gotz to dooze dis fings youze see--an da smell is oh so nice, me choppers are a droolin, Brudder Jake bout to hab a fit it smellz so berry gud.
BUT----den it heppin.
Daddie smellz dis too and run to da wurkin car and open da lid.
Dere it be. 
I git me bib on it time to eat. I yell to Daddie to bring it on, Me and Jake gonna share. 
Momma is a roastin mouser's rite dere in da motor ob da wurkin car. Dat mouse he build a condo unner da hood where it be warm---Momma slow roasted him fur extra tenderness we are sure---well dere be Daddie he pullin da mouse condo outta da motor room and den he find da prize. Roasted mouser rite dere on da manneefold whut gits beery hot. Da mouse be fried an stuck to da hot pipez whut meke lubbly smell, an Daddie is a yellin whut a mess.
I sey, I help, let me out da door, I clean dat rite up. Jake gonna help. We boyz are a screamin now. 
Daddie pay us no mind---brain dead run in da famblie youze see---

I git no fried mouse. I git nuffin. 
Sooooo close, but soo far awey----

Drool to all in need--------and Deeba don't be a finkin I furgit dat Liddel poem youze rite---Brudder Elwood gittin ready to---HA--got ya wunderin  huh Deeba!!!!!!





Debbie Winchester 
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Ol' Bob, Sister Daisy, Brudder Jake 
OEBE Elder Clara, Queen of Farts 
OEBE Brudder Elwood, Instigator of Evil Deeds
 
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