Monday, July 18, 2005
Bart Iss Bak Tryumfunt
Well - oops, I spos I shuddint reelee say dhat, in dhe lyt awf reesunt serkumstansis - Im bak an Im in luv. Yes, it has kum at lass, an it iss evreeting dhay say it iss. Dhe sun reelee dus shyn awl day, eevun wen its raynin, an I keep seein stars eevun awn a klowdee nyt. I am so pleesd dhat I went too tell Maggee furst ting dhis mawrnin, an gawt so eksytid dhat I fell ovur hur kat an throo hur frunt windo - (dhe kat iss now awn my liss awv enmees). Maggee sed dhen dhat Id bee seein morr starrs if I kep dhat up, roonin hur hows lyk dhat, butt shee had a reel twinkul in hur y dhat tol mee shee waws onlee jokin.
I no dhat QT has tol yoo awl abowt wawt happund too mee awn dhe beech, wen dhat straynjur attakd mee fur nuttin. Hee klaymd dhat I waws “loorin” dhe seegulls too wer hee waws lyin hiddun widh hiss gerlfrend by dhe rawks, butt nachurlee it wawsunt troo. I had onlee smeerd dhe rawks widh strawbree jam erleeyur in dhe mawrnin beekaws its dhe seegulls fayvrit, an nachurlee wen dhay hav eetun dhay lyk too visutt dhe toylet, juss lyk dhe ress awv uss. Dhen, wen I herd dhe noys awv hiss komplaynin, an went too see wawt waws happnin, I slippd awn sum awv dhe jam an landid awn hiss gerl, wich iss a mistayk enneewun myt mayk in dhe serkumstansis. An dhen, awf kors, wen hee gawt up an startid wayvin hiss arms arownd, dhe gulls gawt frytind. An wawt doo yoo doo wen yoo ar frytind? Eggzakly. An so doo burds. In fak, it waws a reel shaym dhat I wawsint in a pawsisshun too klekt dhe drawpins, beekaws I kud hav finshd my seeskayp in wun fell swoop, so too speek. Butt unfawrchunatlee dhe straynjur waws too kwik widh hiss trypawd – it turnd owt hee waws a fotawgrafur taykin klosups awf hiss gerlfrend – an dhe amblanss men sed dhayd nevur seen a three-in-wun lyk it.
Dhe straynjur went awf widh my frends dhe gards, hoo had been kawld by dhe amblanss men, sayin hees goin too soo mee fur damijin hiss prawpurtee, butt hiss gerlfrend showtid aftur him dhat shee waws no prawpurtee awf hiss, thank yoo verree much, an dhen shee turnd too mee an gayv mee a bigggg smyl, an reelee yoo kud say dhat waws dhe start awv it awl. Shee kaym in too visut mee evree day in dhe hawspitul, an wunss brawt mee grayps in a bawtul, wich shee sed iss dhe bess way too karee dhem, awldho wen I went too emtee dhem owt awntoo my lapp afturwurds dhay had turnd intoo wawtur, prawblee furom beein dher too lawng, an dhe nursis wer a bit krawss widh mee beekaws dhe bed gawt awl wett, aldho dhay wer laffin too, wich waws eezee fur dhem as dhay werunt dhe wuns hoo wer sokd. Laytur I sujestid too Feeona dhat neks tym itwud bee bettur fur hur too juss burring mee dhe grayps in dhe normul pakit.
Enneeway, so dhats how I met my nyoo gerlfrend an wee arr goin too bee verree happee an hoo nos, I myt eevun pawp dhe kweschun sum day soon. In dhe meentym Im goin too Maggees fur tee toonyt, as shee askd mee speshully. Ill lechoo no toomorro wawt happuns abowt dhe kat.
I no dhat QT has tol yoo awl abowt wawt happund too mee awn dhe beech, wen dhat straynjur attakd mee fur nuttin. Hee klaymd dhat I waws “loorin” dhe seegulls too wer hee waws lyin hiddun widh hiss gerlfrend by dhe rawks, butt nachurlee it wawsunt troo. I had onlee smeerd dhe rawks widh strawbree jam erleeyur in dhe mawrnin beekaws its dhe seegulls fayvrit, an nachurlee wen dhay hav eetun dhay lyk too visutt dhe toylet, juss lyk dhe ress awv uss. Dhen, wen I herd dhe noys awv hiss komplaynin, an went too see wawt waws happnin, I slippd awn sum awv dhe jam an landid awn hiss gerl, wich iss a mistayk enneewun myt mayk in dhe serkumstansis. An dhen, awf kors, wen hee gawt up an startid wayvin hiss arms arownd, dhe gulls gawt frytind. An wawt doo yoo doo wen yoo ar frytind? Eggzakly. An so doo burds. In fak, it waws a reel shaym dhat I wawsint in a pawsisshun too klekt dhe drawpins, beekaws I kud hav finshd my seeskayp in wun fell swoop, so too speek. Butt unfawrchunatlee dhe straynjur waws too kwik widh hiss trypawd – it turnd owt hee waws a fotawgrafur taykin klosups awf hiss gerlfrend – an dhe amblanss men sed dhayd nevur seen a three-in-wun lyk it.
Dhe straynjur went awf widh my frends dhe gards, hoo had been kawld by dhe amblanss men, sayin hees goin too soo mee fur damijin hiss prawpurtee, butt hiss gerlfrend showtid aftur him dhat shee waws no prawpurtee awf hiss, thank yoo verree much, an dhen shee turnd too mee an gayv mee a bigggg smyl, an reelee yoo kud say dhat waws dhe start awv it awl. Shee kaym in too visut mee evree day in dhe hawspitul, an wunss brawt mee grayps in a bawtul, wich shee sed iss dhe bess way too karee dhem, awldho wen I went too emtee dhem owt awntoo my lapp afturwurds dhay had turnd intoo wawtur, prawblee furom beein dher too lawng, an dhe nursis wer a bit krawss widh mee beekaws dhe bed gawt awl wett, aldho dhay wer laffin too, wich waws eezee fur dhem as dhay werunt dhe wuns hoo wer sokd. Laytur I sujestid too Feeona dhat neks tym itwud bee bettur fur hur too juss burring mee dhe grayps in dhe normul pakit.
Enneeway, so dhats how I met my nyoo gerlfrend an wee arr goin too bee verree happee an hoo nos, I myt eevun pawp dhe kweschun sum day soon. In dhe meentym Im goin too Maggees fur tee toonyt, as shee askd mee speshully. Ill lechoo no toomorro wawt happuns abowt dhe kat.
# posted by Galway Bart @ 2:00 pm 
