hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay welkum to the sunday awards and meem show whirld toor coming to yoo live frum a sweltringly hot dunjun sumware neer a banana plantayshun!!!
Having been taken prisoner by a bounty-hunting pug, my new friend Orzo Wales and I have found ourselves on a long ride back to face the authorities from which we both, apparently, have escaped. I know why they want me; but what has Orzo Wales done to earn the ire of the Orzo Outlaws? Why are they so interested in a taciturn, desert-dwelling Man With No Name? Perhaps, on the journey through the wasteland, I will find out, and finally satisfy my anthropological curiosity. What happened here? And why, when whatever occurred obviously happened years or decades in the past, does the Man With No Name remain unforgiven?
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hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay welkum to the sunday awards and meem show!!! todays show is coming to yoo live frum a reemote banana plantayshun at the verry ends of the erth!!!
Having narrowly escaped from the stronghold of the Orzo Outlaws, I found myself wandering in a desert wasteland. No food, no water, no comfy bed — it is much too much like the canyon from which I was rescued several years ago. Fortunately, I was rescued once again, by a laconic Man With No Name; but to what purpose? What does he want with me? And what is this civil war he keeps mumbling about? My anthropological interest has been piqued; I must retrieve the truth!
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay i no that yoozhually on wensday i post sumthing wot duznt hav enny wurds in it however this week mama askd me to post this notiss as it affekts all my dog frends heer in kalifornya espeshly my dog frends wot hav medical kondishuns like tucker duz!!! so tayk it away mama!!!