Saturday, March 7, 2009

I Feel Pickerli

This is another one with made up words.


I feel pickerli today. I like it when I feel pickerli. My brother, however, doesn’t. He’s more the diehooey type. Yesterday, I did not feel so pickerli. No sir, not a keeby bit.
I felt just downright horgmoodle. Now, ladies and gentlemen, ‘horgmoodle’ is not a very good way to feel. It’s a kind of a cross between feeling digmaddle and jipwinger. Any way it made me begin to stroid. Hey, by the way, are there any Plogmuddles out there listening to me? Good. There shouldn’t be. If any come in, warn me. No, you don’t need to warn me, I’ll know if they come in. They can’t keep quiet. But then, neither can you. So, anyway, where was I? Oh, yes! I was just telling you about the Broohiemer wasn’t I? I wasn’t? Oh, duh-whoop. I was telling you about feeling horgmoodle. Well anyway, it was making me begin to stroid. Now I’ll have to let you know right now, I do not like to stroid. It makes it quite hard to yerdle. Do you know how to yerdle? Of course you do. You do it all the time. But, if you don’t know how, I’ll give you a demonstration.
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There. That’s how to yerdle. If you make any noise while yerdling, it’s called yorkling.
Yorkling isn’t pleasant. It’s quite ugly. In fact, I won’t give you a demonstration on how to yorkle.

Now, I will take you all downtown with me to the Teiklederm so we can buy an asterisk. Then, I can give you a demonstration with that. I won’t be giving the demo until dinnertime, because that is the time that most of you will be hungry. Me too, in fact, then I will do the demo and make the asterisk disappear. yum yum. Oh, I’m sorry. I just thought I might…… WATCH OUT EVERYBODY!!! HERE COMES THE HALEKATOOM! Hello? Hello? Are you all safe? Is everybody down on the floor? Good. . . . HA HA HA!! It was all a joke!!! There is no Halekatoom!! Oh, that was funny! It was only the Gringraphon. And he’s twice as dangerous. You don’t believe me? I don’t blame you, but it sure wouldn’t hurt to turn around and look behind you. No, it wouldn’t hurt a bit, but he’s actually coming in through the side window. You can’t see him if you look behind you. You can’t see him anyway. He’s too quink. He has an uncle who’s gurpish and an aunt who’s bilingual. He also has a pet finkleschnort, but we won’t talk about him. It would scare you.

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