Oh my friends. There were some fun times this past weekend at the Hotel Thompson. What kind do you ask? Let’s put it this way, daddy has many, MANY talents. So this post today is for two reasons. Here we go.
To the person on my blog that mom/dad are meeting next month – daddy is practicing his banjo music. Snorts and rolls with laughter. We hope you get the meaning to that.
To everyone else here on the blogs that have no idea who mom/dad are meeting next month, here is your first clue. BANJO MUSIC.
Snorts. That’s all I can say right now. It’s going to be a blast though from what I overhear – I mean from what mom/dad say.
Here you go my friends. Deep Thought Thursday. Which pill would you take?
The red pill gives you the ability to be fluent in every spoken language possible.
The blue pill gives you the ability to master every musical instrument in the world.
What choice would you make and why? This really is a hard choice. To be able to talk to everyone in the world in their language or play all musical instruments which in itself is a form of communication?
I’ve pondered this for a couple of days. My choice – I believe it would be the blue pill – to be able to play every musical instrument. Can you imagine the music you could make? The people you could touch – the intensity of the feel of music through your body? The hours of entertainment – the variety of the instruments you could play?
Hello my fellow spooks and goblins. Count Baconula here to entertain you for another Sunday. I’m so glad to see that you’ve stuck with me through scary screams and horror. Today, I’ll make it light for you and I’ll try not to scare you that much. The heart can only take so much… I know. So today, let’s talk a few scary jokes to get you in the mood for tomorrows posting shall we.
How did the ghost patch his sheet? With a pumpkin patch.
How did the glamorous ghost earn her living? She was a cover ghoul.
How do ghosts learn songs? They read sheet music.
How do ghosts like to send their letters? Scare mail or parcel ghost.
What is a ghost’s favorite kind of street? A dead end.
What day of the week do ghosts look forward to? Moanday
What did one ghost say to the other when they fell down? I got a booo booo
What did the ghost say to the man at the coffee shop? Scream or sugar?
And my favorite –
What did the little ghost have in his rock collection? Tombstones
Here’s another song to help us hum throughout the day. Turn up the volume and sing along. We’re being invaded by the One Eyed One Horned Flying Purple People Eater!
Mommy looks at this ap on her i-Phone called i-funny. It’s a cute ap and every once in a while she will come across something that is so totally out of this world that she has to share. Like this picture >>>>
That’s a grasshopper. Snorts – yeah right. Read the comments below the picture. That is what is hilarious in this picture. Particularly pay attention to the last comment that reads:
“This cricket does not make cricket sounds, it plays heavy metal.”
Mom read that and lost it. I mean totally lost it. No, you don’t understand. She.Lost.It. She was laughing so hard that she almost peed herself. It was freaking hilarious.
Dear Bacon,
What? Don’t hate. You know you want a hat just like mine so you can play outside with it. Right? Signed Scooter
Dear Scooter,
Yeah, sure. I would absolutely LOVE to have a hat like yours to wear outside and make the funny thing on top go around and around Maybe if it was real windy, I could fly. I like the sound of that! So, yes two please my friend 🙂
Dear Bacon,
This is just me telling my friends on how to get more seed and nuts from the humans. Any suggestions for us? Signed Cute as Can Be
Dear Cute as Can Be,
Well you can also take tips from Journalist Rocky the Squirrel. He knocks on our back door frequently asking for a cup of nuts for him and his family. Mom even throws leftover bread out to them to help them out. You know, you do what you have to do. This economy has hit us all! Take care my friends. If you are ever near the Hotel Thompson, knock on the back door. 🙂
Dear Bacon,
I’ve read about your adventures in your magical back yard. Now this is what *I* consider a magical back yard… with drink in hand! You’re mom promised you a pool. Make her pay up pal. Signed Simple Puss
Dear Simple Puss,
I like the way you think my friend! My mommy made a lot of promises to get me outside. Although its only happened once so far, I think I need to make her pay up with one of the promises being a pool. Do you think I would be pushing it to be able to lay in a chair with a drink and food like you have?
Dear Bacon,
I love to play music. I can bang that keyboard with the best of them. This is me practicing, “Unleashed Melody”. It’s a sad and soothing song to us pooches. Have you ever heard of it? Do you play any musical instruments? Signed Wolfgang Pooch
Dear Wolfgang Pooch,
You do have some talent – way to go my talented young friend. I haven’t heard of that song yet but I will be sure to Google it on the internet and listen to it. I know it has to be amazing! As for this little piglet’s talent. Let me see…. I’m thinking…. mommy says I rip some good ones… but I don’t think she’s referring to a musical instrument for some reason 🙂 I’ll keep thinking about that answer. Take care and maybe we shall see you soon in the Hollywood lights!
Dear Bacon,
Don’t even say it. I know – I know. Yo Quiero Taco Bell. Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s really funny. Ha Ha. My humans think it’s funny to dress me up as a taco. How would they like it if I dressed them up like a hot dog? BOL (Barking out loud)! Signed TB
Dear TB,
First off, tell me they didn’t name you Taco Bell – TB for short. Now that would be funny. Oh, I’m sorry. But look on the other hand. You are cute. AND, I bet if they took you to a Taco Bell inthe drive thru, you would get free food. Free food – that’s good, isn’t it? Be proud little guy. Wear it with pride.
Remember friends – keep sending you pictures and questions to me at Baconthompson@gmail.com
Okay, turn on your sounds to your computer and get your tissues out. Mommy made this for me this past weekend. The first time she showed me and daddy, we cried like big babies. You have to tell me what you think. I *think* she loves me. Say you?
Miniature pot bellied pig and friends - Bacon, Houdini, Hemi and all of the Rock Clan with Journalist Rocky the Squirrel all out looking for adventures from the Hotel Thompson.
