HORSE-A-KEET
People have warned
me about mixing breeds of animals. Well I never listened and this is what I
wound up with. I should have listened to them.
IN KLUNKERVILLE WE RECYCLE EVERYTHING
George donated
this fine piece of artwork to the Klunkerville park for everyone to enjoy. Next
time you come by take some time out and stop to smell the flowers.
MY NEW WHEELS
That’s right. I’m moving up in the world. I finely decided to get myself a new vehicle. Why should I be the only one without the means of transportation? Why it only needs a little bodywork with a little bondo it should be on the road very shortly. I couldn’t resist getting this. The price was right. It was 50 cents. Some kids sold it to me. When they left they were laughing and saying something like, “we sure got the best of him.” They were only doing that because they knew they ripped themselves off. Why look at that interior. They sure don’t make them like this anymore. It even came with a spare tire and a hornet’s nest. I’m so excited.
SAD NEWS
There is sorrow in
Klunkerville this week. My poor little pet bird Clinkers has just expired. Poor
Clinkers croaked. She will never tweet again. Never again will She bite my
finger when I reach in to pet her. Never again will she poop on me when I am playing
with her. Never again will She wake me up with her squawking from a decent
night of sleep.
We had a small gathering for
her funeral; She had all her friends and loved ones there. Besides me there was
Freddy the frog, Mumbly the Mouse, Peedee The bird, and Harold the One eyed,
One Eared Flea bitten Hound Dog.
There will be other birds, but
there will never be another Clinkers.
THE NEW KLUNKERVILLE MOTEL
I’ve lived in my home for a while
now and since I liked it so much I decided to use it as a pattern for a Motel
business. The stay is cheep. No
reservations needed. 4 dollars a night. Business is slow. Lately so far the
only customer I was able to get was one I didn’t want. A skunk.
