Little Timmy's page

Little Timmy wrote:

Hey...I nevuh seen you befoah.

Usuawuhwee it is that funny werewuwoof or that pooduwuh with the bad attitude who comes and saves me.

*sniffs little boys hand, then begins tying a napkin around his neck*

You just sit tight kid, I'll carry you out..... in my tummy.

I'd hate for you to do that, stwange doggie. It just means some other dog wiuw come awong and wip youwuh tummy open and save me fwum inside. Then you wiwuh pwababwee be dead!

Be a good doggie and cawee me out on youwuh back, then we can be fwiends!

Hey...I nevuh seen you befoah.

Usuawuhwee it is that funny werewuwoof or that pooduwuh with the bad attitude who comes and saves me.

It's okay, wady, a good doggie aways comes and saves me.

Beatific grin.

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWUUUUHHHHPPPPPPPPPPP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pwetty wady, it's not nice to make fun of the way I tawk.

HEP!

HEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hep!

Hep!

Some faithful hound come and save poowuh wittuh Timmy!

Timmy sits playing, blissfully unperturbed. He's always saved by a long-suffering canine.

Cat's cradle, anyone?

I think my mommy twold me that noob was a nwaughty woid.

They make me cwy...

Pweaz, Paizo, give me hope. Give Wittuh Timmy news that will give him the stwength to go on...

Are you a magic dragon? Where do you live? What do you like to do?
Besides dramatically post in the wrong forum? ;)

No new bwog pic-chures make wittwuh Timmy's tummy hurt. :(

Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad...

Are we there yet?

Wiars.

Vic Wertz wrote:

I like that story.

I love story time!

Me too. Uncle Vic tells great stories.

Tank you vewy much, Mistuh Suttuh.

Noooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Get away from Indy! Leave him alone!
Breaks down crying.

Pitifully, Can't we just awell get along?

Dear Semi-finalists,
Please design a lair for my favorite monster.
Love,
Timmy

Pwease give them to the gnome for his new waiur. He wuvs to hand out tweazuh to visitwus.

Please include a gnome lair.

LITTLE Timmy...not Timmy Bob, not Tiny Tim. I thought gwown-ups knew how to wead...

Can't we just all get awong? :'(

Hey! That talking lizard stole my new outfit that Mommy made me! Sick'em, Heathy!

Yay! Bubbles to pop! Starts sharpening his stick

Seriously, anybody ever driven up and down South Padre beaches when they were covered with man-o-wars, running over them and making them go pop - pop - pop! The most amazing sound! Cuz, I...no, I just wondered if anybody else had...cuz I'd never...

I huwud that Paizo Cwaus comes in August...

I may be vewy wittuw, but my excitement is BIG.

Please, Sir, I want more...

Uncontrolled, shrill, merciless weeping at decibel level that drowns out 747s overhead. Accompanied by much seepage of tears and snot.

Tank you fowa powsting my wetter, Mr. Heathy.
XXOO,
Timmy

Hee-hee-hee!

Heathansson puwelled me out of a wewll.

HEP!

Narrator Voice-over: Gaping Well? Blazing Barn? Little Timmy is not frightened of any hazards, because there is always a poodle or a werewolf to pull him to safety.

(Sits by himself, innocently playing with a hand grenade, whistling.)

(Pats CourtFool on the head.) "Good doggie."