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Brandonisms
"Diggin' deep just to yo it away" -- Linkin Park translated via Brandonism (Don't look at me. They don't impress me much. Speaking of Shania Twain, the new Joan Bon Jovi album is Shania's best album yet. Jumping back (because that's the order was in the discs in Deb's car) the new(er?) Linkin Park is not all that bad. Weak in places, but not too cringeworthy.)
Deb: Where's the new Bionicle?
Mr. B: Oh, he's in my toy box, and you can go get him in my toy box, if you want to.
A few notes on my current sleeping companions, with regards to how they relate to Mr. B: my beluga (which I got for Mr. B, pretend it's "mine", so I can let him "borrow" it when he needs some extra comforting), my blue footed boobie (ditto), my Y2K bug (which predates Mr. B, but he appropriated him, and just returned him the other day), a Bumble (which is supposed to be part of the holiday decorations, but Mr. B thinks needs to keep me company, and occasionally eat a nose or two), Tweety Bird (yeah, that little guy, except bigger than the Bumble; Mr. B brought him in the other day and tucked him in next to me), and his extra special Bunny Bear (a smallish teddy bear in blue bunny jammies - Mr. B's absolute favorite stuffed animal, who joined me the same time as Tweety; showed him to Deb and she was practically in awe that Mr. B would leave him in my bed).
And I keep forgetting if I mentioned this one:
Mr. B: "I will get it my 'elf."
Me: "You're my elf, all right."
Mr. B: "I'm not your 'elf, you're your 'elf. I'm my 'elf."
Deb: Where's the new Bionicle?
Mr. B: Oh, he's in my toy box, and you can go get him in my toy box, if you want to.
A few notes on my current sleeping companions, with regards to how they relate to Mr. B: my beluga (which I got for Mr. B, pretend it's "mine", so I can let him "borrow" it when he needs some extra comforting), my blue footed boobie (ditto), my Y2K bug (which predates Mr. B, but he appropriated him, and just returned him the other day), a Bumble (which is supposed to be part of the holiday decorations, but Mr. B thinks needs to keep me company, and occasionally eat a nose or two), Tweety Bird (yeah, that little guy, except bigger than the Bumble; Mr. B brought him in the other day and tucked him in next to me), and his extra special Bunny Bear (a smallish teddy bear in blue bunny jammies - Mr. B's absolute favorite stuffed animal, who joined me the same time as Tweety; showed him to Deb and she was practically in awe that Mr. B would leave him in my bed).
And I keep forgetting if I mentioned this one:
Mr. B: "I will get it my 'elf."
Me: "You're my elf, all right."
Mr. B: "I'm not your 'elf, you're your 'elf. I'm my 'elf."
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Wow. First A Christmas Story and now this... you need to watch more holiday specials! =)
A bumble is what Yukon Cornelius calls the abominable snowman in Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer.
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Bumbles bounce.