Wednesday, June 21, 2006
About Me
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!Previous Posts
- Happy Birthday Lindsanity!!!!!
- Monopoly rules that I would like to see introduced
- Album Titles I am Considering
- Moooooo
- Toothpaste Varieties I Would Like to See Introduced
- Grover's Fantastic Marvelous Stupendous Personalit...
- Things that I have scored
- Happy Blue Year!
- I wonder as I wander
- Merry Christmas Linds
4 Comments:
loser...with a capital OOOOOOSER
A better, more grammar-friendly sentence might be:
"Those Otter Pops may be used for whatever purpose one chooses."
Just saying.
...Oh, and good luck, Linds. :)
Heh, thanks Mary. But I won't be representing him- what with our, erm, personal connection and all. He DID 'contact' me, though. I just told him he should opp for the 2,000 hrs of community service the prosecutor offered up. I believe it requires three days a week of visitation to local kindergarten classes, where he will be modeling for playdoh sculptures and enduring multiple bouts of booger wipes; the rest of his sentence- approx. 1500 hrs of it- will be served on probation in The Punishment Bag, where he will compose one Sonata an hour to Bunny's Beauty.
Its a shame the judge was a woman. And that Grover tends to be a sexist pig. But hey. These things happen...
LMAO! I especially like the part about the punishment bag. I have no idea how Grover could move enough to write sonatas about me, but I think it sounds like a great idea anyway.
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