My canary with the stroke died yesterday. I am so relieved. I didn't mind hand-feeding her, but seeing her suffer was a different thing...so sad.
"Deeve fry huh!"
"No, Dear Confucius! I will not deep fry my bird!"
"Lightang up meng. Ich soony lay...bee eppy!"
"Dear Confucius, please excuse me, I have to go wire the pond border to prevent the Canada geese from coming up and eat my new grass."
"Jor lew aa...ss?"
"Boo-eng-no! Mee go jee-tuh-dee Jee-pang-neesh! Woast mee a guse for leener...Gra-jee-ass, mee ah-mee-go!"