Heys! This is Yello Bear's uglier cousin Ralph Doohicky, and I'm filling in for Yello Bear, who's busy recovering from drinking three dozen honey jello shots the other night. Even though his sugar is a whopping 500, I've been told that he'll be back to his abnormal self sometime later this week, once he's managed to work off that sugar buzz by completing that two lane highway that he started building earlier this morning.
Anyways, I'm borrowing GB's blog 'cause he stills stupefied with his writing, although just before he was handcuffed to the bed and lovingly spanked with a cricket bat, he did want me to pass on the following message to everyone:
Success! I done wrote 4,100 words this past weekend the extremely hard way.
Ummmm...yah. That GB's one strange fellow, isnt' he?
Anywho, today's post won't be filled with all kinds of insults to you the reader, 'cause only mental deficients like Flutternuffer would do stupid stuff like that. Instead, yours truly Ralph Doohicky brings to you another pictorial post of GB's neighborhood, entitled appropriately enough, Alive Is The Neighborhood.
Oh and, about that intro at the other blog, that was actually written by Yello Bear prior to him going out on his jello shot binge this past Saturday night, so being the good cousin that I is, I simply copied it verbatim to the post.
And one more thing: I figure since today is the start of probably another crappy work week for most of you, I thought I would get your day jumping with this nifty little number by the late great George Harrison.