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More Perplexing Articles . . .
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 Sprinkler Rematch Somewhat Worse Than Expected
Posted Monday, May 24 @ 02:00:00 PDT by Brendan
Some weeks back I had an unfortunate run-in with a most ill-spirited sprinkler. I'm not sure what this hydro-meanie has against reporters, but I do know I swore I'd be back for more, even if matched with a big brother which is where we are today. |
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 Zero Birthday Lacks Balloons, Cake
Posted Saturday, May 22 @ 03:00:00 PDT by Dominic
Hey Everybody, Dominic here.* Well, as you must all know by now, I've been born for a while now and wanted to take a minute to reflect on what I now realize was my Zero Birthday party. |
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 Mama Exceeds 5-Foot Distance, Trauma Ensues
Posted Friday, May 21 @ 10:00:00 PDT by Dominic
Oh dear me, no! My dear readers, you need to hear this. This afternoon I woke up to a really upsetting thing, Mama was on the other side of the room. That's like a billion micrometers away! |
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 'New Boy' Moratorium Ratified Against Mama
Posted Thursday, May 20 @ 03:00:00 PDT by Brendan
Early this morning an emergency meeting was called among all boys of the household, the matter of debate being the rampant production of additional boys by the baby boy factory better know as Hey Mama. The time for action had come and we were ready to act. |
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 Memos From Mama's Marsupial Tag-a-long
Posted Wednesday, May 19 @ 02:00:00 PDT by Dominic
I'm coming up on my first milestone birthday when I'll graduate from being referred to in weeks of age to months of age. Well, okay month of age at least… okay, month of age at most. But my age isn't all that's come a long way, I have too. |
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 Hoping Love More Rugged Than Love-Me-Nots
Posted Tuesday, May 18 @ 09:00:00 PDT by Brendan
So I learned about this new love barometer called a Love-Me-Not. It's a clever device readily available in any flowered bed anywhere outside. They are available for free as long as you have a speedy exit strategy. |
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 Babbling Butler a Loud Puzzle
Posted Monday, May 17 @ 12:00:00 PDT by Dominic
I can't figger him out, not even a bit. He's a butler or brother or something; I heard the gang say that much. His talking is all gibberish though and I'm sweating my fuzzy coconut trying to make sense of him. |
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