chocolate-covered carrots
posted by Brent @ Friday, September 24, 2004
4 comments
One Voice Was Heard
I'm Grover. I rock. I'm blue. And adorable. I'm freakin' smart. Deceptively handsome. I'm a babe magnet. And I'm a monster. I'm also a remarkable chef, collector of oddly shaped twigs, tiny santas, and tiny cruets. I live with my adoptive human parents Gruntley and Bunny (known to their human friends as Brent and Shari). I grew up in Monsterville, which is in Illinois of course. Through SMAP (Special Monster Adoption Program), I came to live here in Southern California a number of years ago. I have 43 brothers and sisters, many of whom live with me here. Someday soon, we expect to all be reunited at which time we will pretty much take over the house. The story of this blog is simple -- my sparkling wit, unparalleled genius and delightfully whimsical nature are all too precious of gifts not to share with the rest of humanity -- oh, and monsterhood too. Please feel free to read through my blog and leave any comments that you wish (except anything negative or remotely critical). Also, if you have anything really stupid to say, you might as well keep that to yourself too. If you are lucky, I may take the time to write back. Huhrubababubb -- Out!
4 Comments:
I refuse to associate with someone who likes Billy Gilman. There's a reason that he's no longer popular.
The very sad thing is that I would probably totally go to Billy Gilman land. I mean people go to Dollywood. I would imagine it wouldn't be much different, other than Billy is a puberty sricken boy who can no longer sing because his voice cracks. Dolly is a very big busted woman or a cloned sheep choose your pick.
They should have Sheep Olympics at Dollywood which I would pay good money for.
What would the sheep do in "the sheep olympics"?
I'm curious, what would the sheep do in "the sheep olympics"?
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