Tuesday, January 17, 2006



The Carlesenhousen's Barn:

It's a little weather worn. We ride our sleigh by here on our way home from the bakery. We have to pass through Carlesenhousen's woods. On the edge of his woods is the barn. His great-great grandfather Jeb Valhaselenbergenhousen Carlesenhousen III built it with rusty nails and leftover wood from the previous barn built by ancient Ingidenous Scots from the region, the MacWholybullyoughs.

Amanda thinks we should help Carl Carlesenhousen shovel a path to the door as he is old and has trtouble getting from his home to the door to feed his stable of old plough horses: Nypsy, Spotty, and Old Yellervenhosuen.

2 Comments:

Blogger yellowdoggranny said...

i bet someone comes by one day to discover the dogs have eaten ole farmer..whatshisfuckingname... huh huh

11:42 PM  
Blogger Billy Leopardskinhousen said...

or his cats... see he gets drunk on that ole grand dad and sometimes we find him face down in the snow

5:09 AM  

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