Meegees Conversation

It is the grand pubah, Meebow Durchee herself. Twenty Meegees of tar got excited and fell off the shelf. You better button your lip I said to Bolo Scopey that day The tornado took out Mary Booger’s barn, it went far away! Billy Beatercheese heard me, even though he was late. Have you heard, he asked, of John Cameron Dirtnose’s fate? Billy is usually full of figloshistical honkidayleon, so I turned away. Ya can’t ram it son, said backsheared bashturd, merry and gay. Stovepipe Wedge added “stomper right down, son”, without hate. Fazah gave him a shiglostada throwing in a bit of confisticate. Sibey Sahbah was the last meegee to arrive at Birds Little A.J. Saying “lighten up the chain and wheelie for a block, okay?” I heard the last of “ya can’t ram it down son” from Stovepipe now. Billy said “my back flushed the bird cage, it was quite a wow!” I have been down on everything but the Titanic you know. But with this conversation, I did not know where to go. Bolo Scopey gave us a peek at his beegomometer invention. shows ta go ya to Dallas, he said, at the married convention. Let’s screw it on and went right up the wall, said another. It’s a distal aclousal on two, said my wise meegee mother.