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I remember doing that…I think.
Doing what?
Where?
…I’m sorry, what?
Gah! Who are you people?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Where are my clothes?
I am John Q. Bloggor.
You are the Purrminator. We are sending you into a past fail to insure it is powered.
Sorry, but we can’t send clothing with you into the past.
Eeeeeeee!
Off you go now.
Who are you any way? :X
There is nothing grammatically wrong with the title. I FAIL to see the FAIL. I guess I FAILED.
It’s not the grammar, it’s because they said a “memorable” walk and it’s for Alzheimers
Why am I walking?
To get to the other side of the road?
No no, wait….. Why am I writing this comment again?
*giggles*
Silly puppy!
*burfdaypuppysqueezes*
WHO ARE ALL YOU PEOPLE?!
*runsawayscreaming, arms windmilling in the air*
Well, there’s your problem BFF. You have to walk to remember.
*Strolls down memory lane*
Where are we? What are we doing! I don’t -
*memories come flooding back*
…M-m-marius? Is that you?
I’d ask you where you’ve been lately, but you probably don’t remember.
*squeeze*
I really don’t. Does anyone know where I was on Sunday night? And why my trousers are missing?
You’re missing your trousers?? Have you been hanging around Brewski again??
Did you find my Easter eggs I hid last year? And just what the hell IS that smell??
no, to get home, perhaps? =P
Does anyone remember if they serve breakfast there?
There’s runny egg yolks dripping down my shirt, so I think maybe they were. At least, I think they’re egg yolks…
*Sighs*
I’ll never forget what’s his name.
Yeah! The one that’s right by the other one that’s not there anymore. And it used to be red, like a barn, maybe? I forget.
Did you say something?
*pouncetacklesqueeze*
Happy Birthday, Jules!!!
*bakes a doggie bone shaped chocolate cake*
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF MY FAVORITE GOOGIES!!!!
Happy Birthday Jules!
Oooh! Almost missed this!
Happy birthday, Jules! How old are you in dog years?
*scritches Jules behind the ears*
Happy birfday to the cutie googie!!!!
Happy Happy Birthday, Jules!!!!
*throws confetti*
Aww, Happy Birthday, Jules!!!
Happy Birthday, Jules!! :***
Happy Birthday Jules!
Happy Birthday, Jules!
Happy birthday.
How did I get here?
This is not my beautiful house.
Where’s my family?
there there, Granny’s here
Oh okay!
*assumes position*
We have photos of tickling positions now?
*squishes the clever balloon*
Yeah, ‘member when you walked in your mommy and daddy while they were bumping uglies? — they were just tickling each other.
Vigorously
In various positions and while swinging on a chandelier.
Oh there, there Gracie. Your mom and dad never did such a thing. I am certain of it.
*squeezie*
. . . or playing leap frog. . .
When a mommy and a daddy love each other very much they give each other a special hug.
…and if all goes well, mommy will start yelling OMG!! OMG!!! YES!! Yeeeeeeeeeeees!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
You’re on my hair!
… and if it doesn’t go well, mommy decides to paint the ceiling beige.
Gracie, I thought you would say RDjr. Wait…MINE!!!
Why does everybody assume the dad is on top?
Don’t they switch it up at all?
*turns to Leila*
Hide me?
*opens bag*
C’mere!! Fast!! No pooping in there, k? It’s new.
WAIT! WAIT!
*grabs bag*
Hold on just a sec … I .. uh … left something in there from last time.
*disappears for a sec, returns with bag*
Here you go. Carry on.
Umm.. yeeeeaaah…. I think I’ll just stay out here, it seems… safer.
GOTCHA!
*pays Madness*
HALP!!!!
Unhand that birdie! Unhand her I say!!!
*sips chocolate drink*
*flips the bird*
You’ll never catch me.
*runs*
I also have an exotic birdie, look in my pocket
Is it supposed to be that colour?
I think it’s suffering from some kind of rash.
*winces*
Well, I suppose it is……. patriotic.
Do not encourage granny K@.
‘K
*flees*
OK I’m leaving, but I’ll be baaaaack
*collars*
*licks custard*
*releases*
Mmmmm…
Um…
whuuuuuuut?
I forgot what I was doing again…
*scratches head*
This is not my beautiful wife.
Alzheimer’s disease is not a fail but a real life problem for all mankind.
It certainly was when Reagan had it, what with all those nukes and extremely close negotiations with what I assume must have been a very patient Gorby.
Don’t I know you from somewhere?
*scowls @ Marius & BF*
Why are you feeding the troll?
*Looks contrite, feels truculent*
I read that as succulent. I stand by it.
I am a troll? cool. Who is that on my bridge.
*THWACKTHWACKITTYTHWACKTHWACK**
*puts down the shellacked mackerel*
And that folks is what we do to trolls.
*eyes the bruised and bloody troll*
Oh, GRACIE!!!! I could use a little help here!
Thanks! He needed that little extra… pain.
Anyway!
ROFLs @ comment from July 28, 2010 at 7:29 am — someone wich such ugliness within him is all of a sudden very sympathetic.
Where is a forest when you need one?
Well that’s a crazy place to put it, how are we ever going to see it there?
*relocates forest away from pesky trees*
*confused woodpeckers start falling from on high*
Aaaack! My little feathered friends!
Oh the horror!!
*covers Avis’s eyes*
*attempts to catch as many as possible*
*collects feathers to make pillows for Cuddle Puddle*
That isn’t a feather….that is a dormouse…can I keep it?
Yes. Please do.
…..erm, that one is a vole.
Is it from the vale?
Verily.
Thank you little pecker.
*Snickers*
??????
*Reattaches the rest of my comment*
Good golly Miss Molly!
Who knew Little Richard could blog?
My name is not Molly. Wait, what’s my name again?
now there’s a day to forget
^5 Granny!
Don’t hold my hand! Why are you holding my hand?! What am I doing outside?!
Isn’t that the last scene from ‘The Notebook’?
sorry I thought you were dead
And just what were you going to do with him if he was???
Wait – - I don’t think I want you to answer that.
I do. I do!!!
I’m sure the conversation must never get repetitive on this walk.
Who are you again? No seriously, who are you? And where have you been?
*MissedYouSqueezie*
*doesn’t let go*
Who am I? WHO AM I?!
.
No, seriously, who am I? I have no idea where I live!
It’s a great way to make friends!
…Again and again.
Why, it’s ME, silly! Q–…. Something.
It was an odd combination of letters, would probably score you high in Scrabble.
Except I can use proper names in Scrabble, right?
what a fail
why is this a fail?
It isn’t, but stupid, insensitive people incorrectly think it’s ironic.
Say what you will about taste, I think you will find that it is indeed ironic…..
I find it ironic, and I am neither stupid nor insensitive.
This is a fail for showing up on fail blog. The walk is actually called the Memory Walk for Alzheimer’s.
I was wondering how nobody seemed to notice this was obviously intentional. News headlines do this kinda crap all the time.
fail of date
nah i keed the terrorists
…what was I going to say again?
You were going to say your bank account details
Oh, right.
Um…
I forget what they were…
Who are you?
hihi
…i don’t get it. am i retarded?