Wrestle Mania

Hello, welcome to the BRF - Bedroom Rasslin' Federation

Today, on "Everyday Fights" we bring you...

That wild and crazy guy - Stone-Cold Sebastian

And his opponent - The Mystery Wrestler

He's really up for this match.

On your mark. Get set. Go!

A lightning move takes Stone-Cold by surprise

Brilliant! It's the Ear-flap opening!

The Mystery Wrestler uses the Cheek-Bite Takedown.

Stone-Cold is not amused.

He pushes his smaller opponent off.

And the battle is on.

What a fight!

The Mystery Wrestler gains the upper paw!

Then pulls a surprise move.

It's a Full-tail Nelson!

But Stone-Cold is sly.

It's the old Anal-Gland-Expression escape!

"Yuck!"

"Hey, there's a penalty for that."

MW is really mad, now.

He takes Stone-Cold down.

And gets Stone-Cold into position for the move that will reveal the mystery wrestler's true identity -

It's HUMP HOGAN!

And the match is over. Stone-Cold knows when he's been licked.

The Secret Mission

James Cocker here, with a report on a top secret expedition.

We got really tired.

We had to obey all the signs.

This one was easy.

We weren't allowed to run.

Not even to chase these guys.

We REALLY wanted to obey THIS sign.

But one sign took ALL the fun out of things.

"I'm going behind this log."

But there were plenty of activities to enjoy.

The Tractor-Pull.

Snorkeling

LOTS of snorkeling.

Then there was bungee-jumping.

 But we weren't allowed to go swimming.

And I was sort of thirsty, too.

All the while, we could hear the spring peeper frogs in the trees. Somehow one of those frogs got in Daddy-Man's pants.

We heard it croaking.

You Are what You Eat

Hello, I'm Sebastian and I'm taking over this blog.

Don't tell anyone, but I'm also known as Seb Spade, Private Detective. Ignore the elephant - he's part of my cover.

I can be tough when I need to.

I'm on a case for this dame, known on the street as MommyLady.

She wants me to keep an eye on this guy, James Cocker.

His Gangsta name is Fuzzy-Britches.

I've been developing a modus operandi, and I can tell exactly what he's been up to.

When his feet are dirty, he's been digging in the garden - a bathing offense.

When he's had dinner, I can tell what he's eaten.

If his whiskers and ear-tips are red. . .

...it's Italian night.

If his whiskers and ear-tips are brown...

...it's gravy night.

If his whiskers are white...

...he's had ice cream.

If his poop smells funny...

...Mommy boiled chicken livers and added some to his kibbles.

If his breath stinks really bad, he ate at that French place...

...le Cafe du Chat!

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