Hello friendlies! Lulu here, with a tale of my recent grand adventure! It started during the pandemic, when Mama and Dada started noticing tiny little round brown and black deposits all over the laundry machines in the garage. The laundry machines are white, so it was pretty obvious that these little pellets weren’t supposed to be there. It turns out these pellets are termite poop. Here’s a visual aid:
It’s important to make sure you’re not attempting to brew termite pellets in your Keurig or sprinkling them on your scrambled eggs.
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hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay happy eester evrybuddy!!! dadas mama and dada and auntie ar heer visitting so i wil not be arownd mutch for a fyoo weeks on akkownt of i hav to follow them arownd and mayk shoor tucker duznt trip them and steel there fud however sinse tooday is bunnee day i thawt it mite be fun to reepost my old skolarly treetis on how bunneez attak froot treez chek it owt!!!
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hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel i am kontinyooing my eksplorayshun of this misteeryus deezerted iland owt in the middel of the pasifik oshun the more i see of this iland the more it seems as if the aynchent okkyoopants of this iland ar the wuns wot setteld the maynland chek it owt!!!
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After the botched raid on my office by the Ghostbusters, stemming from a severe case of mistaken identity, I have inadvertently found myself locked in their containment grid with all sorts of ghosts, ghouls, demons, and worst of all, the relentlessly annoying Bugs Bunny. I am not truly an ectoplasmic being, and this prison was never meant to hold the likes of me; so I am sure I will be able to escape. I just need to come up with the proper plan …
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While I wait for the Ghostbusters to arrive and deal with the entity haunting my office, I retreat to a corner of the lounge and attempt to console myself by destroying a stuffie or two. I have dealt with Kongleks and giant robots, many-armed monsters and hostile aliens, but ghosts freak me out. As far as I am concerned, the Ghostbusters cannot get here soon enough!
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After my disastrous attempt last week to rein in the rowdy Deltas, I have decided to keep a low profile for a while, in hopes of avoiding any further embarrassment. Unfortunately, I don’t think the Deltas are done with me — lately I have begun to find that things in my office are moved and hidden when I am not there, and several times I’ve found a mysterious gooey slime inside my emptied lunch box before I even have a chance to eat the green tripe I bring. If I can catch the Deltas in the act of pulling these pranks, perhaps I can convince the Dean that the whole beer incident was a setup, and get them removed from the campus.
Now, if I could just figure out why it’s always so cold in here …
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As you may recall, on Sunday we had about a two-hour daylight visit from a skunk that was mostly just lying there like a lump, but that occasionally stirred itself to stumble around a bit. By the time we got someone to come out to collect it — or more accurately, to explain that he was not under contract to collect it — it had disappeared. Monday we had torrential rain and howling wind all day, and the skunk did not put in a reappearance. Yesterday it turned up again. To quote Monty Python, “I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it — it’s dead, that’s what’s wrong with it.”
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