Smurfy Basket

Producer Smurf: “Oh for the love of smurf! This is smurfing ridiculous! If we have to smurf at every smurfing cumulus cloud so the Hipsters can smurf a nap, we’re never going to smurf where we’re smurfing!”
Spicoli: “Dude, chill. You get incoherent when you’re all smurfed up and then nobody can smurf what you’re smurfing to smurf.”
Producer Smurf: “Stop smurfing ‘smurf’! Dogs don’t get to smurf ‘smurf’! Only smurfs get to smurf ‘smurf’!”
Spicoli: “Sorry, what? I didn’t smurf that. Could you smurf it again, a little smurfier this time, and try to smurf your smurfs more smurfily?”
Mouse: “Enough! The next person who uses ‘smurf’ as a general purpose word is getting kicked out of this basket and can find his own way home!”

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Wordless Wednesday: This Is My Brother From Another Mother. And Species.

*Dada’s Note: Dennis had his second post-radiation follow-up this week. The palliative radiation treatment appears to have been a success at alleviating the pain from his osteosarcoma, allowing him a greater range of motion and putting the trot back in his step. Although no one can say how long the pain relief will last (and we are already making plans for dealing with it when it returns), the oncologist pronounced himself “very pleased” with Dennis’s condition, and so are we. His next follow-up will be in six weeks.

Hungary Or Hunger-y?

Mouse: “As you all know, Dennis got himself ‘repatriated’ to Hungary. The purpose of this meeting is to form a rescue party to bring him back.”
Vermin: “HISSS! I don’t see why we have to bother! Once he starts shredding all their furniture, they’ll ship him back here on their own dime!”

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