posted for Sunday Scribbling Last month Old Grizz got himself in one big heap of trouble. Mrs. Old Grizz left to spend a few weeks with her mother. If you ever want to meet up with one mean old she bear, you should visit my mother in law. Well you know what happens when momma bear is away, this old bear is gonna play. Having the den to myself for a few days I decided it would a perfect time to invite the boys over for some "Texas Holdem". Eight seats at the table, seven suckers and my self. I picked the seven worst poker players I knew. Scooby-doo - A not so smart dog. Eeyore - A less than bright donkey (I always thought of him as "dumb ass"). Goofy - The name says it all. Yogi Bear - My dumb cousin from Jelly Stone Park. Pepe-Le-Pew - A real stinker when it comes to poker. Huckleberry Hound - Need I say any more. Foghorn Leghorn - well, how smart can a chicken be (I call him Pea Brain). The invites were sent (actually I just called them) and then I went to get the food. Chips and dip, buffalo wings (that one is always hard for me because I hate to eat a cousin - I actually know a few buffalo's with wings, one is now missing his), and of course a keg of beer. The party was on. Friday night the boys showed and we just sat down to deal the first hand when Mrs. Old Grizz came home. When she walked in the door the bear poop hit the fan. "What is going on. I told you no more poker parties. Scooby-doo leaves his scooby snacks every where and when he loses all can do it run around saying "rooby-rooby-roo". He drives me crazy. And ..the last time Eeyore was here he left thistle all over the house, then pooped in the corner and had the audacity to walk around saying "thanks for noticing me". Oh my God. you let Goofy come back? They should have never changed his name from "Dippy". All he does is scream all night long "Yaaaaaaa-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooey. I can't even think. Well bless my soul if isn't cousin Yogi. If you say "I'm smarter than the average bear" one time, I'll smack you with a frying pan. Beside you're not so dam smart. Your love life is shot to hell after you got caught with that blond hussy. They even wrote a song about you. If you haven't heard it check it out on the net. suzie bear Oh Grizzy how could you let that stinking Pepe-Le-Pew come back. Last time he kept humping my leg because I had on black pants with a white stripe down the leg. Huckleberry Hound? How can you let a blue person into my house? You know I can't stand blue people and on top of that he cannot even hum a tune on key. Huck if you even hum one bar of "Clementine" I'll wash your mouth out with "mother's Lie Soap". Glory be Grizzy get out the frying pan. I'm going to eat that tough old buzzard. Foghorn if you grab me be the tail and whack me with a board singing that "Camptown Races" song, I'll doo-dah you all over the barn yard. Everybody out. Out...out...out. You're not going to mess up my house. Get out. Grizz you have a lot of explaining to do. Yes dear. And so went the story of Old Grizz's dinner for seven.
Posted by George S Batty