Mah yard ‘as become ‘Party Central’, everyone come ‘ere because of mah celebrity status.
Ah am le ‘orze to know. We ‘ave ‘orse Parties. ‘ZEPHYR IS IN DA ‘ORSE’ ah yell and le party begin.
Le new best friend ‘Derp’ is most impressed. This is ‘im, being impressed.
Le neighbour Neddy is le nosey parkeur and quite frankly eat too much cloveur and make le dicke of ‘imself.
“Are we partaying tonight? Are we? Are we?’ ‘e constantly at me.
Neitheur of them botheur to ‘elp me clean up after le party.
We party lark it narnteen narnty four, we ‘ave ‘orse music pumping and we all get so wasted on le cloveur and lucerne ‘ay nobody can remember what they did or what they said.
For some reason this moaning ah notice la girls next door are no longeur talking to me.
Ah blame le Daily Llama.
‘Excuse moi Girls,’ ah murmeur as ah walk out with Monsieur RoarEee le next day, ‘ah am le working ‘orze now, ah work ‘ard and ah play ‘ard; to quote le Daily Llama, ”your prime purpose is to wait in larn”.
Ah am pretty sure this what ‘e say.
UzzMuzz is still lecturing me as le Monsieur adjust le new limpet on mah back.
‘You are bleuh bleuh naughty boy bleuh party big mess bleuh’ she say. Or something lark that, ah do not listen, ah am wondering ‘ow many oats in le bag of chaff’.
Monsieur Roar Eee ‘elp le new Limpet on to mah back. Ah must ‘ave worn out l’old Limpet.
Ah ‘ave to ask ‘im, it will not wait. Everybody say ‘e know everything about everything.
‘Daily Llama’ ah say, ‘When you find le bag of oats and it ‘ave note that say ‘OPEN HERE’, what happen if you open it somewhere else?’