<Subject: My Barfday Handgurbler story..
Date: 2/21/2002 10:43 AM Central Standard Time
From: Pup3

Well folks, thanks for all of da neat Birfday wishes, the FTD Wowm Bouquet fwom Bennie and Willie, and the new pet Birfday worms from Sid. I had me a gweat birfday...sorta...
I wanna tell ya about my big 'venture and my Birfday dinner. Mom and Dad gots a favorite little pwace to go for handgooblers. It's a Woot Beer Stand. Dey ain't hardwy no chairs inside, so you gots to stay in yow car and eat out dere.
Fow dis reason, it is one of me and SPunky MOnkeys faborite pwaces too.
But I digwess. On da night in question, at approxamatewy 7:30 P.M., Mom and Dad loaded all of us little ones..(If da Saint Bernards get to go there is not room fow a driver, or us, dey claim), into da big monstor truck...and we went off to da woot beer pwace for a handgurbler.
We got dere and Mom stayed in da twuck with us boys, while Dad, in all of his infinate wisdom, went up to da window to pwace da order fow owe dinnew.
I hate it when Dad leaves me, so as soon as he got out, I stawted going sort of nutso, and I took contwol ober da vehicle, and jumped in da dwiver seat...and then promtly twied to put the Monstor twuck in reverse by jumping on the gear shift. Mom barely saved us from neaw calamity deluxe when I decided the emergency flashers needed to be on....(In case no one told ya, we are on high alert for terrorists)
Before she could get da fwashers turned of, in my esitement over my Birfday, I reached over and hit the switch and switched radio stations from golden oldies to "HARD BOOGIE", AND I hit the volume button, and turned da music up WAYYYYY high, to where owe twuck resembled one ob does thumpa-thumpa vehicles you see going down da road with their radios blastin everyone within hearin distance stwaight to da hearin aid factory.
Dad was headin back wif a look ob wowwy and disgust on his face, to see of we done been took ober by aliens. The flashers wuz a goin and da radio wuz blastin, and da twuck was a stawten to bounce up and down in time wif da music... Mom had all four of us tramplin on top of her, and it was about den, when I stepped on da power door wocks and locked Dad out..while not so smooth jazz was a blarin on da radio, and it was also stawtin to spwinkle.
The only thing not a goin wuz the winshield wipers...dat was until Spunky Monkey got dose goin, on his attempt to get to Dad, who was standin outside da driver door, holdin his eaws...and lookin at the sky, which was started to dwop dwops on him. We wuz beginning to dwaw a croud.
Dad finally got in, and as soon as he got all of us offa Mom, the guy inside motioned for him to come back and get ouw dinnew.
Oh man...he looked like he was goin into battle...he came back on Moms side and handed her da stuff through her window.....one thing at a time, while she screamed "STAY IN DA BACK SEAT AND STEP AWAY FWOM DA POWER DOOR WOCKS. "
Aftew Dad got back inside, things were goin pwetty well. Mom feeded us each bites of a plain handgurbler wif no pickles or onions...(Pickles and onions don't like us she says)....and den, wifout no wawning at all...I barfed it all up..silently of course, right on top ob der french fwies, which we are not awwowed to hab. Dey didnt eben know I been sick, till dey reached fow one ob da fwies......oops.
Right when Mom reached for a fwy....she said, " EWWWEEE GOOD LORD WHAT HAPPENED HERE!" Dad filled her in on da intricate workings of a guy's stomach.
Luckiwy, Spunky Monkey decided to offer to "clean up da mess all by hisself", which rendered both Mom and Dad tottawy appetitewess.
Yup..it was a GWEAT Birfday! Thanks you guys! Lub Chipper da Tall.>