Whoopdi's Claim To What's In A Name!

How do you even say that? Is that for French viewers at their welcome mat? Would they welcome such a thing? Robbie Raisin needs to find a new network wing. This is getting hard on my head. I may need to go to bed.

Bijoux'sWhoopdi Friggin Doo
Let's see what the weird spelled name has up her sleeve. I hope she won't make our viewers leave.

Speaking of ass, I never understood the phrase, 'Your ass is grass'

Maybe your ass is concrete is far more neat? Why did you start off with that meet and greet?

I can't think of anything worse than winter.

So you went with second worse? My, your brain must be a curse.

I didn't realize it was such a strange word till now.

Brain is strange? Wow, you may be out on the range.

One and Done
That's it for Some!

One thought and then on to another plot?

May you not hear from any government agency!

I guess so. Do you give tinfoil hats a go?

The cat knows what to do (or not do) on a hot summer day.

And you speak to cats? Wow, Whoopdi Friggin Doo sure attracts some dingbats.

Well, I suppose now that you put it out there in cyberspace, we will have some Titanic conspiracies going around.

Me? That was you. Don't go roping Robbie Raisin into your tinfoil hat crew.

Nest time, they can cook something with a stick of butter?

Does butter keep the g-men away? What do the aliens have to say?

lol.....I'm already seeing the crap in the stores! 

Aliens are invading through making us buy junk? Wow. Are you sure you aren't just in some coma-like induced funk?

I have issues, but fortunately, none of those!

Clearly you have quite a few. I guess it is good no coma has shined on through. May your tinfoil hat keep you safe from everyone. I'm sure you have tinfoil sitting around by the ton.

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Who knew Bijoux was so strange. Those aliens must sure have range. Putting stuff out for us to buy. Then they make us broke while they hover in the sky. I guess I may need to find some tinfoil too. Damn it. Bijoux bought it all at her zoo. I guess I'll just have to face the alien mass. They'll run when I gas them with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.