Where's My Cinnamon Bun, Snuffle
Herein' I, Ray lie, abed, weak from SOD and now a terrible hunger gnaws at my vitals. Snuffle. Where's my cinnamon bun! Snuffle. Please, please someone bring me my cinnamon bun. Snuffle........Snuffle. Please!
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Ray has indeed, been left sick in bed and all alone, while everyone else went shoppin', er to the auction, er with Crumby or is busy watchin' TV. But Hope has returned from shoppin' and is even now within the CB and Hope hears Ray's awful cry Please!
Oh my goodness! Now Sugarplum and ye Sweetiepie run along and play. Go with em Lulu and make sure they stay away from Ray. Oh my goodness.
All righty then Ray. I, Hope have something, fer ye.
Praise the Goddess! I have been much in despair, fer nobody acknowledged my cries er snuffles. And nobody brung my cinnamon bun, snuffle, but now at last, after such a long while, my cinnamon bun has narrowly arrived, averting disaster, narrowly. Snuffle. Give it me, Hope.
Let me warm it up first Ray for it is cold about outside and so is yer bun.
All righty then. Snuffle.
There now nice and warm. Ray, here is yer cinnamon bun, nice and warm from the microwave.
Whoa! and Triplets Forsaken. That aint my cinnamon bun. That aint nothin like my cinnamon bun. Ye got the wrong dang cinnamon bun, fer me. Snuffle, snuffle, I'm gonna die, fer sure.
Ray, yer regular cinnamon bun was not apparent at the vendor's today.
Where was it? Did you query that vendor mercilessly on its wherabouts?
Yes I did Ray. The vendor said no cinnamon buns made the trip to the market today from the bakery.
Why not? Snuffle. Why didn't they bring my cinnamon bun?
The vendor was very busy Ray, so I thought it illogical to implore further, when clearly yer cinnamon bun was somewhere else.
Sob, snuffle, sob, snuffle. I am weak, weak and heartsick.
Look Ray. Don't you at the least wish to closely inspect the other cinnamon bun I purchased from an alternative vendor, fer ye. Look, it has raisins.
It does? Snuffle. All righty then. Mmmmm. Snuffle. That was fairly delicious, but certainly not the same difference atall. Nevertheless, perhaps I won't die now, maybe. Where's my Kawawa beans?
Ray. I'm very sorry but there was no Kawawa bean vendor apparent at the market and consequently no Kawawa beans either.
Gasp!
Oh my goodness. He's gone agin. Rayetta!!!!
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Ray has indeed, been left sick in bed and all alone, while everyone else went shoppin', er to the auction, er with Crumby or is busy watchin' TV. But Hope has returned from shoppin' and is even now within the CB and Hope hears Ray's awful cry Please!
Oh my goodness! Now Sugarplum and ye Sweetiepie run along and play. Go with em Lulu and make sure they stay away from Ray. Oh my goodness.
All righty then Ray. I, Hope have something, fer ye.
Praise the Goddess! I have been much in despair, fer nobody acknowledged my cries er snuffles. And nobody brung my cinnamon bun, snuffle, but now at last, after such a long while, my cinnamon bun has narrowly arrived, averting disaster, narrowly. Snuffle. Give it me, Hope.
Let me warm it up first Ray for it is cold about outside and so is yer bun.
All righty then. Snuffle.
There now nice and warm. Ray, here is yer cinnamon bun, nice and warm from the microwave.
Whoa! and Triplets Forsaken. That aint my cinnamon bun. That aint nothin like my cinnamon bun. Ye got the wrong dang cinnamon bun, fer me. Snuffle, snuffle, I'm gonna die, fer sure.
Ray, yer regular cinnamon bun was not apparent at the vendor's today.
Where was it? Did you query that vendor mercilessly on its wherabouts?
Yes I did Ray. The vendor said no cinnamon buns made the trip to the market today from the bakery.
Why not? Snuffle. Why didn't they bring my cinnamon bun?
The vendor was very busy Ray, so I thought it illogical to implore further, when clearly yer cinnamon bun was somewhere else.
Sob, snuffle, sob, snuffle. I am weak, weak and heartsick.
Look Ray. Don't you at the least wish to closely inspect the other cinnamon bun I purchased from an alternative vendor, fer ye. Look, it has raisins.
It does? Snuffle. All righty then. Mmmmm. Snuffle. That was fairly delicious, but certainly not the same difference atall. Nevertheless, perhaps I won't die now, maybe. Where's my Kawawa beans?
Ray. I'm very sorry but there was no Kawawa bean vendor apparent at the market and consequently no Kawawa beans either.
Gasp!
Oh my goodness. He's gone agin. Rayetta!!!!
posted by ray pistrum at Saturday, February 04, 2006
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