Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Tagged!

We were tagged by Laura, who was tagged by Zooey, who was tagged by Spawnkitty.

*much consternation of Bears that this is some hunter's ploy*

Stompy: No, not that kind of tag. This is a game. I read aboo it on Laura's blog blog. It's the Caesar’s Bath Meme game. You list five things that people in your circle of friends or peer group are wild about, but you can’t really understand the fuss over. To use the words of Caesar (from History of the World Part I), "Nice. Nice. Not thrilling . . . but nice."

*much clapping of paws and bouncing up and down of Bears*

We guess our peer group are Jenn and Jim. They're the only other people sitting on the couch with us most of the time.

1. Outside. Jenn and Jim seem to like to go outside for some reason. We can't understand why. Inside there are comfy sofas and a bed and our Costa Rican oxcart and a computoo and a TV and DVDs to watch. And if you want anything from outside you just go online with Jim's 'Merican 'Spress card and they bring it to you.

2. Food other than Caaaandy. Jenn and Jim like all kinds of grains and fruits and vegetables and fish and meats. Why would anyone choose to eat such things if one can have caaaandy?

3. Cindy. She never talks to us. She complains that we're in the way on the sofa, and that we should be moved. And she laughs at Spike, becoo she for some reason thinks it's funny that Spike has his own Bear, Ollie. We don't know why Jenn and Jim invite her over.

4. Conservatoo Politics. We don't understand why Jim is a Conservatoo. We think it has something to do with the fact he has his own 'Merican 'Spress Card. If having your own 'Merican 'Spress Card turns you into a Conservatoo, we'd just as soon stay Radicoos and keep using someone else's 'Merican 'Spress Card.

5. Inexplicaboo Noises Coming from the Bedroo. For some reason, Jenn and Jim get very excited about running off to the bedroo, and then we hear all these noises we don't understand. *pause* Oh, Daphne Rose says she understands this one. But that we should just leave it at that.

We are going to go tag the rafs!

OK Bye
Stompy

7 people left us caaaandy:

Blogger Simon said...

Bears, can I come live in your world?

7:30 PM  
Blogger The Bears said...

Neyo Simoo!

Yes, come live with us. We'll save you a place in the Costa Rican oxcart.

*much bouncing up and down of Bears*

Uh... Are you taller than 14 inches? If you are, maybe you'd be better off on the sofa than trying to fit you in the Costa Rican oxcart.

OK Bye
Stompy

7:50 PM  
Blogger Jess said...

"Uh... Are you taller than 14 inches?"

Gasp! Isn't that a man's private business? (If you didn't understand, ask Daphne Rose. Or ickUl. He's plenty rude.)

The rafs have had a field day answering your challenge communally. Check eet out, bonneet!

11:46 PM  
Blogger The Bears said...

Neyo Jess!

We asked Daphne Rose about the 14 inches tall. She said she wouldn't tell us in front of Spike, so maybe after his bedtime. Unless ickUl wants to say.

We've been enjoying your communcal answers to the challenge.

*much nodding in agreement and laughing of Bears*

OK Bye
Stompy

1:21 PM  
Blogger Laura said...

Hey Bears, I'm right there with you on the candy front. Unfortunately, if I don't eat other stuff I pass out.

12:32 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Space for one more in that Costa Rican oxcart??

Dainty Bear :)

5:18 PM  
Blogger The Bears said...

Ooh, yes, Dainty Bear! Come join us in the Costa Rican Oxcart!

*much bouncing up and down of Bears*

We won't ask you if you are taller than 14 inches. For some reason no one but Daphne Rose understands (and she's not talking) asking whether you are taller than 14 inches seems to cause consternatoo.

OK Bye
Stompy

5:56 PM  

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