Welcome to our living room. You'll find it takes a certain "bonkers" way of thinking about things to hang out here. No one will ever ask you to leave, but you might feel uncomfortable being here if "our tribe don't dig your vibe." The emphasis is on creativity, spontaneity, and improvisation. Most of us know each other here. Many of us are related. We use aliases just for the hell of it.
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Next thing you know he'll want a beer.
Then a T-Bone.
Then lobster Cantonese.
Then Beluga caviar with truffles.
Never trust any bird except owls.
(p.s. ...they like pork chops.)
Can Squacky's last name be McMohawk?
...and chickens.
I wish I could have a peanut.
Today, There was a Mr. Squacky McMohawk and a Mrs. Squacky McMohawk.
They were very demanding... Little Miss Momma Squirrel didnt like that they were getting all the peanuts. She pretty much knocked on the door for some of her own.
No pictures today though. sorry. Although, I do have some nice ones i took of dancin yesterday i will post soon.
Owl, I'll give you a peanut, all you have to do is do something cute outside the office.
I would like to see the Owl's version of Riverdance. If he did that outside of my office (which includes him wearing a costume), I would shell the peanuts for him.
And if you did the pee-pee dance outside my office, Skoggle, I would let you use our restroom.
The best pork chops are in damn Tennessee!
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